only kit had no idea what “normal” meant anymore with them. everything was flipped around and kit couldn’t figure out if he was looking at the floor or the ceiling where he and nate were concerned. he didn’t say that though — couldn’t. he was desperate to get back to the dynamic they’d had before he’d drunkenly confessed that he was in love with nate and screwed everything up.

“i hate that we didn’t sleep together last night, but i like that you hated it too. that’s why i favorited the tweet. not for… whatever… just…”

“do you know how that makes me feel?…” the hurt in nate’s voice pressed a weight down against kit’s chest. “jesus! what did you think i would do? punch you? i fucking sleep with you every night! why would i hate you kissing me?”

“yeah?” kit asked, voice dragging. “and what’s that?”

“you think i like watching some dude hang all over you?!” nate said, and not — kit couldn’t even try to kid himself about this — platonically. this was not a platonic fight.