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[ ugh, bastard, knows him so well. ]

You sure you don't want a girly cocktail?

[ apparently even now after everything he can't avoid terrible gay jokes. ]

Only if you make it for me. You know just how I like it.

[The way he's grinning at his phone as he types is probably wrong. He's supposed to only get that look on his face for Simon, isn't he? Simon. Right. Boyfriend.]

[ oh he could take that somewhere else. yes, he does know how he likes it. but he's not fucking touching that. at least not on purpose. probably. trouble is he's always been a bit of a flirt, and even probably with nate if he thinks about it now. he'd thought it was just teasing back then. not so sure now. ]

Oh yeah with a little pink umbrella and a twisty straw.

[ no really he once brought a pack of cocktail umbrellas just to take the piss out of him. lovingly. ]

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Fuck off.

[God he misses this asshole]

I have to leave in ten minutes and I can't decide what to wear to this thing. What do you think?

[Have a selfie, Matt.]

[ oh look now he's grinning at his phone again ]

Wear something pretentious that usually works. And fuck how long is your hair? What's going on with that?

I was just trying something new. Simon says it works for me. You don't think?

[Annnnd another selfie, different shirt, and his free hand pushing back his hair now that Matt's made him all self conscious about it.]

[ fucking simon. wanker. even if he's completely right and it really suits him. SUCH a wanker. and oh god another picture. this is bad, this is weird, looking at pictures of him shouldn't make him feel weird, or have him thinking about having his hand in his hair like that. does simon do that? wanker. ]

Bit girly.

[ which is probably a compliment from him ]

Why don't you go in your pants. Shock the lot of them. Call it art, you fuckers love that shit.

You're not helpful at all. It's almost like you're actually here.

Nah if I was there the room would be 100% more handsome.

[Reading the response, Nate's stomach twists, thinking about Matt being in the room while he tries on various outfits. Being partially naked shouldn't be a big deal around your best mate, your ex flatmate, but... it's Matt. And despite everything that's happened between them, he still gets that nervous, fluttery feeling when he thinks about it. Fuck.]

Speaking of that famous Byrne modesty, have you caused any office scandal at this new job of yours yet?

Oh well you know me. I'm like an angel come to earth.

[ butter wouldn't melt. though really, he wishes he could tell him about it all, but how do you? oh by the way i didn't tell you where i was living for months and then i was liberated by a bunch of knights who recruited me? ]

Some of them kind of walked in on me fucking.

HOw does that even happen?

Well first you open a door and then you walk in.

Okay but did your coworkers show up at your place or were you fucking where you work or what?

It was before I got the job. Back where I used to work. A few of them were on a business trip. [ yeah that works, right? ]

Still not sure how a business trip involves seeing you naked.

[Well now he's thinking about Matt naked. god damn it.]

They took a wrong turn. So go on, you decided what to wear yet?

[that's not a fucking answer, Matthew. But also here's a third selfie as an answer instead of a text because he's an artsy hipster type so he can be that guy. he's on the tube on his way to wherever this show is, headphones in, listening to some weird music that Matt probably makes fun of.

He's wearing something that he wasn't in either of the other shots but it looks good tbh. And his hair is flopped in just the right way. He's also got a little half smile going on, like hi Matt hi.]

[ he doesn't think he's going to answer at first because it seems to take a while. he tries not to be disappointed or wonder if he got a phone call from simon or something. but he doesn't do the best job of it. When he gets the text though his phone is in his hand immediately and he looks at the picture with a grin.

Of course anything he wants to say he shouldn't so instead his reply is a picture of himself with some suspect looking castle walls behind him while he pulls his best blue steel. Yes, he's taking the piss. ]

[Ugh you beautiful bastard. He laughs out loud, not caring that some people glance up at him for not being stoic and silent on the tube. it's not his fault he's got that dumb face cracking him up.]

Where the fuck are you?

[ shit, castle, right ]

At work. It's an old building, all the staff live in. And we have orgies every friday.

So when they walked in on you fucking, it was actually a job interview?

No wonder they hired me, right?

[I mean... he wouldn't turn it down. What? No. Definitely not thinking about that.]

Seriously, though. Do you like it there?

Yeah I do. It's pretty interesting. Loads to do, and there's even a really nice fucking piano here. I get to travel too, I went to New York