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"Is everything alright?" He looked up from the phone, glancing at George as he shook his head sightly, licking his lip lightly as he smiled.

"Yeah, yeah I'm sorry. I just malfunctioned a little" he forced a small laugh, eyebrows still slightly creased in confusion. Blake knew George? Blake was the closest thing he had to a friend, how did he not know about this? His mind was telling him it really wasn't difficult to figure out.

Blake and him were friends, but they were mostly work friends. They didn't discuss their personal lives at work, for obvious reasons. They were two different worlds, completely different.

"That's alright, I swear I do that like...five times a day" George grabbed his phone back, checking the time before sticking it back in his pocket.

They stood there in comfortable silence for a few moments until he caught George's gaze, studying him with a confused frown, looking unsure.

"What?" He leaned up, meeting George's gaze.

"Sorry, what?" Gorges eyes widened comedically, face blushing a s he realises he was caught blantly staring right at him. He shifts on his feet as Reece smirks, a playful grin forming.

"You were staring at me, am I really that good looking?" His smirk grew as George seemed lost for words before snapping out of it, shaking his head wildly.

"No! No I was just-" his confused expression reformed on his face before he continued, voice quiet and unsure "why are you standing here? I thought you always walked home, are you waiting for someone"

Reece felt himself frown slightly as the words flowed out of George's mouth. Why was he waiting here? He realised he didn't even know the answer to that basic question. He'd been so caught up speaking to George, he'd forgotten to leave, perhaps he didn't particularly want to go back to his house. To his real life, empowered by darkness.

"I'm waiting on, you. I'm waiting with you, surely it's not fun standing alone? Sorry, am I bothering you?" He joked around, emphasising his last sentence as he leaned forward, staring at George, who had cracked a big smile that he failed to contain.

"Oh. Thanks, but I'm really not that fun to be around. You can leave, you don't have to wait around just for my sake" he rolled his eyes as George glanced at the ground, self doubting expression on his face as he did.

"I can't believe it, you don't like my company. That's so rude, George. I thought you were nice" he pouted playfully as George frowned at him, quickly realising it was a joke and shyly smiling, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"You always twist everything, that is not what I said-"

"It's what I heard." He glared at George, furrowing his eyebrows as much as he could before the strong pull on his lips became too much to contain and he felt himself smiling.

"You're such a jerk" he felt his heart skip a beat as George side eyed him, warm eyes meeting his as they shared glances.

"Yeah? Well you're a...small dork." He bursts out laughing as George's face turns in on itself, head snapping across as he creased his eyebrows, hands now folded across his chest as he had a overly offended expression on his face.

"Hey! I'm not that small! Or a dork actually..."

"Whatever you say dorky" he stared back fondly at George, who looked ready to retaliate until a loud noise blared through the air. He flinched back, significantly more than George did as his hand immediately rested itslef in his inner pocket, ready to pull out his knife. He only then realised that it was a car horn, and he felt himself curse silently. A car horn, in a car park. What did he think it was? How would George react if he just pulled out a knife in the middle of a car park, just because he heard a little noise?