[MSG]:I heard you and Mister Graham are an item.
Jealous Messages
Mister Graham? What was this? One of his students? Alan’s nose wrinkled at the thought and he considered not replying at all. After a few long moments, though, his curiosity got the better of him and he sighed before typing in:[text] Who is this?
Alan surprised himself by flushing lightly. Look at him, a middle aged man alone in his bedroom blushing like a preteen. He rubbed at his eyes and sighed, brows furrowing together. He wasn’t quite sure how…committed…he and Will were. Or if there was anything to commit to. His eyes wandered to his bedroom window but the night was dark and moonless and offered him no landscape to escape to. [text] Why not just ask him?
[text] I’m not one for claiming people, regardless.
Will may seem a bit sharp but I’m sure if you’re polite about it he’ll tell you how he feels if nothing else— Alan stares at the words he’s typed in. What was he doing? Helping set someone else up with his friend? (Possibly more than a friend.) He deleted it and sat there for a moment, debating with himself. [text] Will’s a grown man. If you’re close enough with him that you’re sincerely interested you can talk to him.
[text] This is easier.
[text] And I get to see the look on your face
[text] I prefer more genuine reactions.
Matthew bit down on his lip and waited, hunched between the branches of one of the trees dotted around the little house. Balancing carefully on a thicker one closer to the trunk. Perhaps the man would panic. Or perhaps he’d be angry.
Matthew waited.










