Mahiro turns his attention to that rather startling declaration. “Of all what? The scene?”
“Oh no, just playing the field. I see the two of you so happy together, and it just…”
“It just what?” Adam asks as he walks up. “You’re tired of playing the field? You?”
Chris looks down, blushing slightly. Alex has never seen his friend so disarmed before, so openly vulnerable in front of others. Himself, yes, they’ve talked about everything, but to Mahiro? Adam?
“I’m getting old, cheri,” he says with an exaggerated wink. “My charms will fade, and I’ll be reduced to hoarding cats and drinking gin from the bottle to drown my loneliness.”
Adam bites his bottom lip, and Alex can tell he’s not buying this melodramatic deflecting bullshit any more than Alex would.
“Come on, Christopher,” Adam says
