the recovery project [2]

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aidan

"hey," everett sidles up next to him after dinner as they walk simultaneously on the narrow path full of bustling people. "how'd you like the food?"

"i love burritos," he replies, not knowing what to say. it's still awkward between the two despite their discussion and kiss.

"same."

aidan watches the other person next to him, noticing the moles on the side of everett's face. he wants to count all of them, kiss them...

"you okay?" everett's hand brushes against his.

"not too close to me, now. no homo!" aidan winks with a shove.

everett grins and tickles his sides, and aidan has to smack him away without crying of laughter. he jumps into the street for a second, sticking his tongue out like a child. "asshole."

headlights shine on him from out of nowhere.

it happens so fast.