"I had a dream last night that you left me for Kevin, and you two had a wedding and didn't even invite me," Neil says out of the blue, carelessly leaning over the kitchenette counter, flipping lazily through an Exy magazine. "Crazy, right?"
Andrew stares at him blankly for a long moment before responding, "Sounds like a nightmare." He then walks by Neil, his fingers grazing Neil's back, and heads for the coffee pot.
"You two do know I live here, too, right," Kevin says from the couch, glaring at the two of them, one of his textbooks open in his lap.
They share a look and Andrew sardonically says, "How ever could we forget you?"
"Yeah, you're gonna be Andrew's husband one day," Neil retorts, flipping another page in his magazine.
"I expect a fancy as fuck wedding. Five layer cake at least," Andrew says deadpan, sipping his coffee.
"Am I invited?" Neil asks curiously.
"Let me ask Kevin." Andrew turns to Kevin and asks, "Is my boyfriend invited to our wedding?"
Kevin makes a face and mutters, "Fuck off."
Andrew turns back to Neil. "Sorry, Abram. I think that's a no."
"Damn."
Grumbling, Kevin gets up and walks out of the room. Before he forcibly shuts the door, he says, "Consider this our premature divorce."
Neil looks at Andrew and says, "At least he didn't make you sign a prenup."
Andrew sips his coffee and then says, "Score for me."










