And Maybe That's Alright

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Ophelia
Best friend George
9:29am
Best friend George
9:30am
Best friend George
9:31am

Best Friend
Best friend Ophelia Best Friend Ophelia Best Friend Ophelia
9:31am

Ophelia
Hello!!
9:31am
Quick Q for you my dude
9:31am

Best Friend
Which is?
9:32am

Ophelia
How would you feel
9:32am
About sharing all the videos we get w everyone when we get them
9:33am
So that we're all always on the same page
9:33am
We know what's gone down
9:34am
And how best to wreck his ass going forward
9:34am
It's chile if you'd rather not
9:35am
Just an idea
9:35am

Best Friend
No, I'd be fine with that
9:35am
It's a good idea
9:35am
And then there's more copies too
9:35am
We don't have to rely on one person for each video
9:36am

Ophelia
Precisely ✨
9:36am
Hokie doki, I'll send the video off then
9:37am
Group chat or individually?
9:39am

Best Friend
Whatever works for you
9:39am

Ophelia
Nice nice nice
9:39am
I'll set up a gc
9:40am
That is all I required from you Gogy boy
9:41am
I shall leave you be now
9:41am
Have a splendid day :)
9:41am

Best Friend
Okay you too :)
9:41am
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To cry and to laugh simultaneously was, admittedly, an odd feeling. It was an impressive skill, no doubt, but an odd none the less.

It was an aching in your chest, indecipherable in cause whether it be the tight pain of tears of the light pull of breathless laughter. It was a shaking in your hands, both heady with glee and heavy with hurt. It was an all encasing dizziness both welcome and warded.

It was also a bloody inconvenience when trying to text or call your boyfriend.

George could hardly see through the cloudiness in his eyes and the way his smile pushed them half closed. He'd been trying for around five minutes now to type a comprehensible message asking whether Clay was awake and available to call. Eventually, he gave up and settled instead for simply calling Clay until he either picked up or told him to shut up.

Finally, Clay seemed to pick option one.

"George? It's, like, five in the morning, what's wrong?" Clay's voice tumbled through groggily, evidently having been woken up by George's excessive contacting.

"I got it." George replied hoarsely, dissolving into watery giggles and staring at the dark screen, attempting to decipher where Clay was within it.

Upon hearing George's wavering, clear crying voice echo through his bedroom, Clay sat abruptly against the headboard and switched on the bedside lamp. He rushed to grab and put on his glasses, now seeing George's splotched and grinning face. "What? Got what? Why are you crying?" He asked, concern thick and sour.