Asher and Asif laughed together as they climbed the stairs to the apartment again. Asher wiped the corner of his eye and shifted the leftovers bag to one hand to unlock the apartment door, letting Asif in first.
Goose turned from his spot on the couch at the sound, waving at the two. "Hey guys," he called over his shoulder.
Asher moved to chuck the bag in the fridge while Asif leaned on the wall near Goose, waiting. "What are you playing?" Asif asked, watching the screen.
"Demon Souls," Goose replied. "Fuck!" he shouted as his character died, chucking his controller onto the couch. He turned, scowling, and his gaze hesitated on Asif. "Weren't you wearing that yesterday?" he asked suspiciously.
"No," Asif replied too quickly.
Asher poked his head out of the kitchen, looking horrified. He hadn't considered the clothes.
Goose shook his head, turning in his seat on the couch. "No, you were definitely wearing that when you came over yesterday," he said slowly. "Did you crash here?"
Asif glanced nervously at Asher.
Goose's expression dropped in half an instant. He looked at Asher. "You didn't."
Asher gave Goose a guilty look, blushing hard. "Oops."
Goose snorted from the couch. "Oops?" he repeated. "What, you slipped and your dick fell in?"
Asif made a face. "I'm right here."
"Sorry dude," Goose apologized. "Well, hey, congrats," he said with a grin.
Asher glanced at Asif anxiously and stepped forward. "We aren't really like, officially-"
"Thank you." Asif glanced at Asher and smiled.
Asher felt his cheeks burn, and he smiled back. It sounded like Asif had decided what he wanted them to be. And Asher found that he was thrilled.
