@PlLFERAGE Alex doesn’t know how he’s supposed to act. He hasn’t done anything to be treated this way, and John isn’t one to start shit up for no reason.
He shrugs.
“But I did. I wanted to be with you, so. .whats up?”
@PlLFERAGE His brow lifts at the sudden tension visible in his boyfriend’s shoulders, but he doesn’t say a word. His steps are faster than John’s as he tries to catch up to him.
“Hey, babe,” Alex starts as they turn down the block of their dorm building. He’s caught up now, slightly —
@PlLFERAGE He’s following behind, only stopping to wave at Laf and Herc. They don’t catch up with him, understandably so; they literally just got to the club.
When they’re outside, he’s reaching without hesitation to take John’s hand in his, in an attempt to help ground him in his tipsy —
@PlLFERAGE — on trying to figure out what’s going on.
When John approaches him, however, he’s quick to move his hands from where they were settled on a girl’s waist to clap him on the shoulder.
“Huh? Yeah. .yeah, I’ll come.”
@PlLFERAGE Alex is aware of how John has been acting ever since he’s come home. It’s not a surprise though; it usually takes him a few days to get back in the groove of things.
That’s mainly why he’s shrugged it off. There’s only so much prodding he can do before he gives up —
@PlLFERAGE Alex struggles for a few minutes before falling back into his arms. There’s a smile on his face.
“You’re fuckin’ rude, you know that, right?”
@criticaIcomma A laugh slips past his lips, shoulders pulling up in a shrug. The answer doesn’t shock him; she seems to always say that.
“Aha. And how’s that going?” He plays, a brow lifting.
@PlLFERAGE “He just wanted to talk about my essay,” he brings his shoulders up in a shrug.
“I don’t know. I guess I was ‘too political’ for his liking.”
@PlLFERAGE His grip loosens as well, a hand coming up to brush back his hair.
“It was long as well. I had to meet up with one of my professors,” he rolls his eyes.