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orlando wasn’t used to being called out on his shit. his demeanor had faltered, for a second, before his brows furrowed in frustration. “hold on wait- wait a second. you’re not making any of this fair. you should have told me sooner if you were starting to catch feelings.” orlando should have taken a look in a mirror when he said that. it had been a while since he saw freddie other than a late night booty call. soon, it would be in the afternoon, or before work even. some days more frequent than others. orlando blamed it on a bad break up because it was easier to blame something that didn’t exist. the less impartial he acted, the more he’d start believing it. he swallowed hard, watching them with carefully. “i thought we were on the same page.”
A scoff of indignation rested in his throat as he shook his head in a minute motion. “This is me telling you now.” He crossed his arms, looking at the ground for a second as his brows furrowed. Freddie knew Orlando would be like this, he shouldn’t have expected otherwise, but it didn’t stop the frustration that the guy was throwing it back in his face like it was his fault for pointing it out at all. “I think we’re not even reading the same book right now, Land.” He admitted defeated and letting out another sigh. “I can’t keep on doing this pretending I just like it casual because it hurts too much. I’m giving us an out so I don’t get hurt more.”
