Sometimes Dec grabs Ant's thigh when he laughs, and slides his hand a little higher than he should. Sometimes when Ant holds Dec's neck, arm casually thrown across his shoulders, he applies the smallest pressure to his throat. Sometimes when Dec needs to get past Ant his body moves closer, holding his waist and letting his fingers trail across his back, softly, as he goes. They never talk about it. Sometimes when they used to come home drunk, in the back of the car, they would entangle themselves, eyes drooping, breathing heavily into each other. They never spoke about that, either.
