âYeah, Iâve got family. But I didnât want to leave town and drag any of the Clair drama Iâm toting around to their doorstep.â He didnât particularly hide the fact that heâd been one of the people to experience a blackout. Mostly people didnât comment on it to his face. A couple people had even asked him what heâd seen, but Noah had learned to deal with it just like heâd learned to deal with all the other questions people asked him. He always had his answers ready.
    âAnd the reason that youâve never seen my place before,â he said, shutting the door and turning to guide Astian into the small, cramped kitchen. There was a tiny bar that separated it from the living room, with a couple of bar stools placed as out of the way as they could be. âIs because I have two roommates who donât like surprise guests.â Noah pulled up one of the stools so it was on one side of the bar and left the other on the other side for Astian. âActually, itâs more like I donât like subjecting people to them. One of them is like, allergic to wearing pants and the other one keeps leaving his fetish manga on the coffee table.â
    The smell of greasy Mexican food was quickly becoming more than his willpower could handle, so Noah started poking around in the box Astian had brought. âBut anyway, tell me about your week. Have you fucked that Lion King dude yet? I canât remember.â
Seb fell quiet at the mention of Clairs. He often forgot that Noah had a fairly public blackout, something he couldnât backtrack on. Even if he had wanted to keep it a secret, he wouldnât have been able to. Seb hated thinking about it that way, about the lack of control. Really, he didnât like anything he couldnât bullshit his way out of. If more people were to find out about Sebâs Clair status, heâd make sure it was of his own accord. At this point, he wasnât sure if he minded if people knew or not--it seemed like such a strange thing to hide away--but he still kept it to himself. Maybe he was saving it for a rainy day.
Noahâs description of his roommates was enough to snap Seb out of it. He laughed, but it really was pretty unfortunate. He hadnât imagined someone like Noah would even have a roommate--let alone two. Now that he was thinking about it, he wasnât sure why he thought always Noah got a livable income from student teaching. Noah was just young, professional, and handled himself well; Seb had always imagined him living in a classy, secluded cottage on the edge of Seattle. Regardless of his shattered illusions, the roommates sounded colorful. âI wanna meet them,â Seb plopped down on the bar stool. âThey sound nasty and Iâm into it.â
Letting go of all of his willpower, Seb dove into the food heâd brought. Shitty Mexican food truly was a gift. He almost choked on a chunk of beef when Noah brought up Simba. Really, he should have expected it. Seb always told Noah way too much about the happenings between him and his best friend, so the question shouldnât have come as a surprise. âUh,â Seb stumbled. âWell, no. Weâre completely platonic, remember? I mean, like, we cuddle and I like to play with his hair...and he likes to draw me...and sometimes we share a bed...and Iâm a little into him. But no fucking yet.â
âOn that subject, though,â Seb took another bite, speaking with his mouth full, âRemember how we were fighting for a while? I finally got him to forgive me. And Iâm taking him to New York for a long weekend.â
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