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Cornering a seemingly alone Xander in the kitchen, fueled by liquid courage and desperate longing, Alex stumbles through a heart-wrenching, drunken confession: "I... I like like you. Like, really, really like you." The air thickens with unspoken tension as Xander's impassive mask flickers, revealing a hint of something unreadable. Tears blurring his vision, Alex reaches out, his hand finding Xander's arm, the touch sending a jolt through him.
"I know you probably hate me," Alex chokes out, his voice cracking before leaning in, his lips finding Xander's in a clumsy, desperate kiss. It's a messy collision of longing and alcohol, a fleeting moment of connection that Alex has yearned for, but Xander remains still, a statue of shock and something akin to anger.
Will this reckless act finally reveal the truth hidden beneath years of yearning and misinterpretation, or will it shatter any hope Alex ever harbored?