═══════════════════════════
xxxlocation: apartmentxxxxxxoutfit: here
═══════════════════════════
xxx"i know i should walk away
xxxbut i just want to let you break my brain.
xxxand i can't seem to get a grip
xxxno matter how i live with it."
x
A comment about Jamie made Samuel’s smile feel suddenly too forced. They didn’t talk about it that much, but Samuel knew that Ris had heard their arguments. It was hard not to hear them. And Samuel didn’t know how he felt about that. It felt personal, like those fights shouldn’t have been heard by anyone but them. But at the same time, there was something comforting about having someone that did know. Someone they didn’t have to pretend with. But god, watching those arguments had to be uncomfortable.
“I think he’s having a good time. He... enjoys these kind of parties. Lots of people to talk to. Always networking, even when he’s not at work or studying,” he said with a smile. He wondered if Ris could tell that the smile was forced, that what he’d said sounded too harsh without the smile. Sometimes it stung, being left behind by his own boyfriend. Whenever they went to events, Jamie was able to talk to anyone, a perfect social butterfly, while Samuel followed along after, able to hold his own, but feeling so out of place. He’d seen the looks of surprise, of confusion, when it transpired that he was an artist. Some seemed almost disappointed. Like they thought he wasn’t good enough. Samuel couldn’t help but wonder if Jamie sometimes felt the same way.
He pulled the blazer a little tighter around himself, a little cold. “What about you? Are you enjoying yourself?” He felt like the fact that Ris was all by himself out on the balcony was enough of an answer, but he still had to ask.