[Nat's not far, probably because he's turned around to come right back in about three times and chickened out each and ever one of them. So he's just down the alley, hands stuffed in the pockets of his coat, trying very hard not to let himself cry. Because god that would just be the thing to top it all off, wouldn't it?
What he doesn't expect to hear is Matt calling out his name. He slows his steps, not turning around, but coming to a stop. His eyes close briefly as he debates on what to say or do. He doesn't know what to say, doesn't know how to explain that he just wants things to be how they were, just wants to feel like Matt is actually part of his life, rather than just existing near it when it worked with his schedule.
So instead of saying anything, he just turns and faces the man he still considers his closest friend, a man he's been in love with since he first laid eyes on him, even after everything. But fuck if any of that matters now.]
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What he doesn't expect to hear is Matt calling out his name. He slows his steps, not turning around, but coming to a stop. His eyes close briefly as he debates on what to say or do. He doesn't know what to say, doesn't know how to explain that he just wants things to be how they were, just wants to feel like Matt is actually part of his life, rather than just existing near it when it worked with his schedule.
So instead of saying anything, he just turns and faces the man he still considers his closest friend, a man he's been in love with since he first laid eyes on him, even after everything. But fuck if any of that matters now.]