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Eleven

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Six hours later, Owen and David were situated on the couch in Wyatt's dressing room, Wyatt was talking amiably with his makeup artist and someone was combing through Wyatt's hair. They both had plates of food in their hands, and Wyatt's eyes kept flicking up to the mirror to look over Owen, and then his eyes would move to David, and back again, as if he could somehow detect their well being by just looking at them. It made Owen feel really warm, Wyatt taking care of him in private always made him feel good, but seeing him keep the same energy, even subtly, when they were around other people made him feel really happy.

Owen honestly found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with Wyatt by the moment. Seeing the gentle way Wyatt had handled David was... something that Owen didn't know how to describe. Watching it had made him slip just a little further. Now he was completely out of that headspace and surrounded by the hustle and bustle of being backstage at a concert. So many people were popping their heads in and speaking to Wyatt that Owen felt flustered and was a little amazed that Wyatt was managing to stay calm, cool and collected as if he were sitting in his living room at home watching a movie.

He just handled the chaos with ease and grace, his smile never fading as he spoke to anyone. Ezekiel had popped in to see Wyatt and had given Owen a look that made him know he really didn't appreciate his presence. Perhaps Owen was just being a shithead, but he tossed him a wide grin and waved, making the look on his face darken. Wyatt had immediately scolded Ezekiel about his dirty looks, passing him a look that made Owen's stomach heat up a little. Wyatt didn't really seem like an angry person, he kept a light and bubbly persona almost all the time, so seeing him look genuinely angry at someone made Owen a little horny.

He could imagine that angry gaze looking down at him, scolding him when he misbehaved just a little too well. David shifted beside him and crossed his ankle over his knee, wrapping his arms around his stomach a little. Owen glanced over at him for a second, confused, and Wyatt's head looked back over his shoulder at David.

"Do you feel sick?" Wyatt asked worriedly, and David jumped, his eyes flicking up to meet Wyatt's before he averted them down to the floor, his face flushing a little as he shook his head. Owen suddenly had a feeling he knew what might've been wrong. Owen nudged him with his shoulder a little, drawing his gaze up. He made a face at David and he burst out laughing. Wyatt's eyes met Owen's and he smiled at him, scrunching up his nose a little, appreciation shining in his eyes.

"WYATT LOOK AT WHAT THIS CRAZY WOMAN IS TRYING TO MAKE ME WEAR?!!?!" A high, raspy males voice hollered as he threw open the door to Wyatt's dressing room, the door banging against the wall and knocking a few hats off of it. He was slim and slight like Wyatt, but a little taller, and had less ends and edges than Wyatt. He had long black hair and one neon green eye--it had to be a contact, there was no way in hell that was real, contrasting against an eye so dark Owen thought it might've been black--so maybe he was just wearing a set of contacts now that Owen looked a little closer. His hair was pulled up onto his head in a high ponytail that immediately made Ariana Grande pop into Owen's head.

The outfit he was wearing was--odd. Owen didn't really have anything else to say about it.

"I--Who did you piss off in wardrobe?" Wyatt said, raising an eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by the outfit as he ran his eyes over him and snickered a little. A couple seconds after the guy in came two women, who looked more than a little flustered, one trying to straighten out his makeup while the other was scowling at him and trying to sort out the outfit he was wearing.

"So funny story, right? I was running, cuz you know I always run everywhere, it's a real problem," The guy said quickly, putting his hands on his hips. "And I like, ran into this guy, who was noooot happy about it. But in my defense, I saw food, and you know how I am." He said, causing Wyatt to sigh deeply.