Mint knew something was wrong, of course it had been, but he hadn’t wanted to look at the flashing red lights; he wanted to ignore the blaring sounds of the siren in his ears whenever Church avoided yet another question about himself, but now? Now, he realised how much, or exactly how little, he knew about the man he claimed to be his best friend. He groaned, slumping onto the couch and running his hands down his face in frustration, before tugging on his mint hair in frustration. How did he even let their relationship come so far without even being a little nosy about him?
Feather threw a silver pillow that hit Mint square in the face, as he stared at the man on the black couch blankly. “What’s wrong with you? If you’re going to laze on the couch, the least you can do is help us until th
