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…The rest of the week after the masquerade had been hard. He’d started avoiding Antonio, and everyone else, too, but Antonio moreso — until rehearsals came around. And he had to be around him. And he’d planned to make that the only time he saw him, as for some reason, he thought that was the proper way to handle it — until Antonio asked him out.
No, well, it wasn’t a date, but he still wanted to hang out. And he obliged very reluctantly and nervously, but it became more often, and he started enjoying it very quickly, enough to throw subtle flirts at him, and nearly slip up and admit the kiss a few times. He’d even somehow sorte dinto their routine that Antonio would become apart of the show other than just playing, that he’d dance on him and all to make it more interesting. But Antonio didn’t, some fucking how, get any of his flirting. At all.
Today was another rehearsal. And they’d just been given five by Roderich for a break, and he’d left the room momentarily. They were alone.
“ You’re actually getting better with dancing with me. For being such a fucking loverboy up on stage, you sure do get a little stupid when I touch you, ” he teased, sipping his water and sitting in one of the seats set in the room.
The following weeks were a confusing nightmare for Antonio. He wasn’t sure what he had done to Lorenzo that night of the sleepover, but it must have been bad. Well, he only assumed so thanks to how distant Lorenzo was making himself. Most nights he wouldn’t allow Antonio to walk home with him.
Thankfully there was no way Lorenzo could really escape him, thanks to him participating in his show. For some reason whenever they danced and rehearsed Lorenzo was a completely different person. He’d smile and make jokes, something that always brought a smile to his face. But he still didn’t have an answer as to what he had done. So once Rod was out of the room he looked back at his dear friend.
“Did I throw up on your nice costume? Is that why you hate me?”
