Moonlight

Chapter Twelve

"I watched the live of your coffee date today," Singto begins, taking a sip of his iced tea. They were sitting in a booth at a restaurant that was a little fancy for Krist's usual, but the good thing is there are only a few people dining in. He loved the privacy it gave.

Krist stared at the various dishes laid out on the table, eyeing them with awe. Singto had ordered a few unfamiliar dishes for them but insisted that he also try them because it was just too good. He was in the middle of tasting one of the curry dishes when Singto mentioned the live. For lack of a better word, his distracted face just displayed before the man, and a non-committal, "Hm?" came out of him.

Singto chuckled in front of him, picking up a napkin and dabbing at the corner of his mouth, before gracefully putting it back down on the table, "You looked really happy talking to them."

"Well yeah, they're my everything. And they're not just Yuyus, P'Sing. They're Perayas too. Some are even Samoons. But they're all family to me," Krist replies, mouth twitching because of all the emotions swarming his chest right now. Singto's smile turned even softer. Then he nodded in agreement, "That's true. They're family to me too."

Krist gives him a smile of his own and Singto feels his heart lurch in his chest. God, this man looked beautiful. Clearing his throat, he continues to broach on the topic, "So, what have you been doing these past few years while I was... abroad?"

"Oh, you mean the time you broke up with me and left me in the dust here in Thailand?"

And now the bubble popped.

Both of them had winced at the sharp retort but Krist quickly tried to remedy the situation, "I'm sorry. Maybe my petty side still got the best of me, but I'm sorry if this is a little arrogant of me, did you see any news about me these past few years?"

Almost like every fucking day I was camping in all your social media and your Twitter fandom. Singto grins, a little too sweet, "Yes, I have."

"And you still want me to talk about it?" Krist asks, chewing on a piece of meat from one of the soups. The other man shrugs, "Why not? I love hearing your voice, I love when you talk about things, and I would prefer of these stories come out from your own mouth."

"Well," Krist pauses, the tips of his ears tinged pink at the forwardness of Singto's words, "I... continued my career in music. I still continued acting, although a little less now because I wanted to keep making more music. This project is one of the few I'm doing for this year. I never really did much since you left. I mean, I had nothing to do. Sometimes I went out, some of my friends tried to set me up but I never really went to any of them."

Singto's eyes widened a little, but Krist continued, "Pluto and Muffin got older, and they both made a little more mess of the apartment. I also considered formally studying music but I was swamped with work. I went to Pattaya once, alone. Kind of isolated myself for a few days. It was nice. And... nothing really out of the blue, I guess."

Then he turned to him, "My life surely is less eventful than yours. You probably partied every week with your American friends right? I heard those were wild. Probably got in a few dates and made the best films—"

"I wasn't happy in the States."

"...What?"

"I mean, I was happy to finally pursue my studies in Film, but I was never as happy as I was before I left. I never went to those parties, and most of my friends were also foreign exchange so most if not all of them are Asian and probably also preferred not to attend those parties. And I have never found someone or met someone else," he took another sip of his iced tea, not breaking eye contact with Krist's slack-jawed face.