ALEX DOESN’T MENTION the Twitter explosion again. Still, Paul keeps rolling it over in the back of his mind while they eat and play Trials Evolution for a couple of hours, whooping and laughing whenever one of them finds a new and spectacular way to crash. Eventually, their laughter peters out.
Paul looks at Alex, leans against him, and says, simply, “Bed.”
Upstairs they’re domestic. Paul swaps contacts for glasses while Alex smooths on moisturizer.
“Rules of the game, huh?” Paul wraps his arms around Alex from behind. He dips his head to rest his chin on Alex’s shoulder and looks at the image they make in the mirror. They look good together. Paul’s mind is running ahead of the situation, surely, but he can’t help but imagine them in pictures like this.
Alex smiles into the mirror. “Ge
