8 or 88 (or both) for the spotify wrapped drabble thing!!
"Liar." Steve gives the accussation the delivery of a joke, but Jonathan has known him long enough to pick up the unsaid insecurity. "You're the official photographer of Corroded Coffin's world tour. You don't have time to miss me."
Jonathan saves the photo he is retouching before stepping away from his laptop.
The tour is in the UK. Eddie made sure to get a legitimate manor as their 'base of operations' the few days between shows. The little downtime they have is spent playing Dungeons and Dragons next to a fireplace the band can all fit in - Jonathan took the photo for Instagram to prove it - surrounded by chandeliers and sconces that probably once actually held candles. He doesn't play without Will, so Jonathan uses the time to walk the grounds or read or go through the photos he's taken.
All of those activities leave plenty of time to miss Steve.
"I'm good at multitasking." He lies down on a bed that is too big and empty without Steve in it. A smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. "We did a pub crawl yesterday and all I did was miss you while everyone too shy to talk to the band tried to make me their lame claim to fame."
Steve huffs on the other end of the line. "Yeah, well, you better be telling all those English boys you're meeting about the American boy you used to date."
"Steve, we're married." Jonathan rolls his eyes. He's makes a note to get tickets for them to whatever game is happening in NYC once he returns to the states to surprise Steve with. "Stop saying we used to date."
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