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summary: Awsten and Geoff get in an argument over another boy and this is their way of making up
"Awsten, I promise, he-"
"Don't," Awsten snapped. His hand gripped Geoff's upper arm as he all but dragged him through the mismatch bundles of people hanging around in a post-set haze. It was far colder outside the venue than Awsten had expected; not that it made a difference, as he was really only looking for somewhere a little more secluded. Still, he shivered in his tank-top.
Geoff, although probably just as cold, acknowledged Awsten's shiver with a pitying look. "This is stupid. You know that nothing happened between me and-"
"Don't!" Awsten cut him off again. "I don't need everyone knowing about this."
"There's no 'this' to know about."
His protests went unheard - or, rather, ignored - as the two had reached what Awsten hoped was their empty trailer. The festival was to continue for another couple of days, and at the rate things were progressing, Awsten was considering forcing Otto to swap with him. It wasn't that his jealousy was entirely unfounded (Geoff had been rather openly flirting with a boy at the bar) but more the fact that they weren't necessarily a thing. See, they were a thing, but they weren't a thing - if you catch that.
Awsten's determined jiggling of the trailer's door handle, which wasn't producing discernible results of any kind, pulled Geoff from his thoughts. Geoff reached over, pushing Awsten's hand from the handle and opening it himself. It moved with ease, swinging open on its hinges first try. Wordlessly, Awsten stalked in ahead. He didn't cast so much as a glance in Geoff's direction, let alone a 'thank you'.
"I hate it when you're like this."
"Like what?" Awsten snapped, acid dripping from his words and souring the air between them.
"All jealous and everything. It didn't mean anything," Geoff added the last part upon noticing the crease forming between Awsten's eyebrows. Usually that meant he was going to cry.
"So what? Just fuck my feelings?"
"You're not listening to me. Look, just-" Awsten threw his hands up in incredulity and turned away. He flicked the light on as he went. Geoff was unsure of where he managed to summon his newfound courage from, but he managed to say, "Don't walk away from me, Awsten."
The dead, disinterested look on Awsten's face half made Geoff wish he'd never spoke. "Or what? You'll just go back to him?"
