It takes a lot to surprise Evan Buckley, especially after everything he's seen and done in his 34 years. Hell, the last 10 years alone could be its own novel, and don't even get him started on the last 4.
The fact that he's currently sitting tucked away in a dimly lit booth at a dingy bar with the ex he never quite got over...well, he can safely say it's up there. The fact that it's been well over a year since they last spoke and Tommy agreed to meet without any hesitation definitely took things up a notch.
Tommy suddenly leans in closer, struggling to be heard over the noise. "l'm glad I came out tonight. I've never been here before."
And Buck freezes, because there is no way he just said that.
That's what he had intended, and he's absolutely certain that's what came out of his mouth. Except the shocked and confused look on Tommy's face is currently telling a different story.
Disappear. Be anywhere else. Add this to my list of 'what the hell' moments.
He's halfway out of the booth before Tommy catches his wrist.
"Evan, wait. Please sit down."
And he does, so willingly that it's almost embarrassing.
"If that was an accident, if you didn't mean it, or even if you just meant it platonically, tell me. Tell me, and we'll pretend it never happened. I'll move on and we can continue just being friends. But if you meant it…I need to know."
"I-I need…I need a minute. I need that drink."
Tommy searches his face, and slowly nods. "Yeah."
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