‘He’s forgotten,’ Gabe thought nervously, drumming his fingers on the table in front of him. ‘Oh God, that’s it. He’s forgotten. I matter so little that he’s completely forgotten.’ He straightened up and looked nonchalantly at the wall. ‘That’s fine. It doesn’t matter.’ His hand curled into a loose fist. ‘I’m Gabriel-mother-fucking-Mitchell, I don’t need any damn boyfriend.’ He felt his expression slip. ‘Even if he is really cute. And nice. And great in the sack.’ He hardened his face again and banged his fist gently on the table, oblivious to the stares he was getting from the other diners. ‘No! You will be strong! Why bother getting your first boyfriend now, you haven’t needed one before! No, I shall remain a one man wolf pack!’ His mouth twitched into a frown. ‘OH GOD I’M SO LONELY.’ He spun towards the door and gripped the edges of the table. ‘GOD DAMNIT, YATES, YOU BETTER WALK THROUGH THAT DOOR RIGHT NOW.’ After staring at the door murderously for a moment, he ungracefully dropped his head to the table with a loud thunk. ‘Who am I kidding. I’m pathetic.’
He bolted back upright to the wonderful, awful, wonderful sight of Yates smiling nervously at him from behind the chair across from him. “Who, me?” He slicked his palm across one of his tines, forcing down his triumphant heartbeat. “I’m fine.”