[And suddenly the fun goes out of the conversation. Mickey's smile vanishes into something that looks a little more like bafflement. He glances around, like he's afraid someone on his end might have heard Chris and thought it was him.
Do people just... talk like that here? Just say boyfriend out loud? On the network? Now Mickey's the one who feels a little sick, anxiety welling up like bile in his throat. He bites his lip and hangs up before he can say anything else, his heart pounding hard.
He's not supposed to be all twisted up about this shit anymore, he knows, but no one's here to push him into being better. Fuck.]
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Do people just... talk like that here? Just say boyfriend out loud? On the network? Now Mickey's the one who feels a little sick, anxiety welling up like bile in his throat. He bites his lip and hangs up before he can say anything else, his heart pounding hard.
He's not supposed to be all twisted up about this shit anymore, he knows, but no one's here to push him into being better. Fuck.]