The party might have been the first time but it wasn't the last. Kade had taken Conner home after that, convinced him to spend a few days holed up in Kade's ridiculous apartment. He just wanted to see what it was like sleeping with someone he actually cared about and, for Kade, it seemed only to be better with less alcohol in his system. When they weren't in bed, and sometimes when they still were, they joked around and talked about nonsense things like they always did. It only stopped when Kade had to go out of town. He was always in and out, it wasn't a new thing. Some string of charity events put on by a foundation his parents chaired. His presence was required. But even from hotel rooms he'd send Conner thirst trap photos (not entirely unlike him as he usually sent them to everyone but these seemed to be pointedly for his best friend). Of course they were immediately followed up with talk about how he should put zombies or dragons in his next screenplay. Or zombie dragons. And how Kade would be the first to sign on to play one.
He'd been back a couple days now, the first of which was spent fast asleep in his bed. He had missed the familiarity and the warmth. But after that he'd invited Conner over just to hang out, like he usually did. Kade was sprawled out on the chaise lounge, head at the foot, in his oversized living room (everything about his apartment was oversized but he was a big guy and had the money to make accommodations for it). He was lying on his back, script open and next to his head but his attention was on his phone that hovered precariously above his face, destined to fall and hit him square in the nose at any given time.
"I can't focus on anything and I keep getting annoying texts."
