Person Of Interest. [GoodGuyFitz]

The Do-Over. (27)

"What's going on here?" I turned to see Cam looking through the kitchen doorway with a concerned look on his face.

"Nothing," I answered before Ryan could, "He was just seeing me out."

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I refused to tell Cam what Ryan and I were on about. As most things I don't tell him about, it was bothering him. But he'd have to deal. I know it's not that serious and wouldn't do any harm to tell Cam- but this is one of those incidences I'm not keen on repeating to another person, or reliving, for that matter. What I am keen on is going home and going to bed to sleep the last of this shit night away.

Given the fact both Cam and I had drank a fair amount of whiskey and beer, neither of us were able to drive home. So we left Cams car in the care of Ryans staff and opted for an Uber. The only downside to the service was not being able to talk to Cam in the ways I wanted. I could tell he felt the same too because every time I turned to him he'd be looking at me as well. His eyebrows furrowed, chin on his fist. Almost as if he was studying me.

In all honesty it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what we were talking about. Cam is a smart guy and all, but he's fairly under the influence and I don't think he'll even remember what happened in the morning. It's cute watching him study me like I do others, but it also shows me how I may look when I'm very focused.

I looked at him again and sighed, copying his pose. I tried my best to hold my laughter in- which proved to be difficult, "You're cute when you're trying to read me," I said in between bits of laughter.

"Bug off cunt," he blew a hefty amount of air from his nose and leant back in his seat with his arms crossed, "I don't understand why you won't just tell me love."

"Okay first of all, you're confusing me by calling me cunt and love in the same sentence. Second of all, I told you it's nothing to worry about. By tomorrow everything that was said will be forgotten and we'll move on. Not a big deal, Fitz. Promise," I placed a hand on his knee and squeezed to give him that extra reassurance.

"We're at your destination," the older driver came to a stop directly in between Cam and I's home. It wasn't often that you'd see an older driver, a bit of a rarity if you ask me, "You're a beautiful couple by the way. Have a nice night you two."

"Oh, we're not a couple," I smiled and thanked him, assuring we'd give him five stars. As the man drove away Cam turned to me with a disapproving look on his face. "What?"

"We're not a couple, are we?" He crossed his arms and looked down at me. His disapprovment turned into a stern, dad-like glare. It intimidated me because I knew what he was thinking, and what he was expecting me to say.

I folded my hands together by my stomach and gave him a small smile. The drinks I had consumed earlier in the night made my head lightly swirl as I shuffled from foot to foot in fake innocence, "Well we've never talked about it, Cam."

He and I knew what we felt for each other, it wasn't hard to recognize and there was nothing to deny. But everything we feel and have been feeling has mostly been left unspoken. The only relationship-wise topic we've discussed has been about keeping it all from Ryan, and that in itself is hardly a discussion regarding us and where we stand.

Cams demeanor went from hard and playful to nervous and soft in a split second. His defensive stance fell into an awkward one as he grabbed my hand and stroked the back of them with his thumbs, "Do you want to change that?"

I continued looking up at him as my mouth fell open. I could sense where this conversation was going to end up, but it was still a shock to hear, "Of course I want to change that Cam. Although, we've still never been on a proper date."