"Who wouldn't be excited to take pictures at the motor show?" Prem had joked through the tightness of his chest. He could feel Knot's concerned gaze burn a hole in his cheek but he ignored him. Bright and Arthit were yucking it up with him and he didn't want them to see how sad he really was.
Knot could always see through him. He was sure he'd sit him down later and try to talk. Wad was always the same way.
Another pang sliced through his chest as the thought of Wad popped up. If Wad knew he was going to photograph girls for some perverts to ogle, he'd be so disappointed. Wad always thought Prem was better than that.
He forced it away, knowing his smile was dissipating. His friends didn't need to worry about him. He was fine.
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SOTUS S: Prem and Wad
FanfictionAn extension of SOTUS S that explores what happened to Wad and how Prem is dealing with it.
