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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

You should record something and send it to me.

[He misses it.]

How was New York? There's talk of a show I could do there next year but Simon doesn't know if he could go. I sort of always imagined doing something like that with someone else, you know?

You don't want to hear my shit, you had 3 years of it. Oh yeah it was amazing. Not much time for tourist shit though. And seriously? That's fucking incredible. You're going places. And tell him to make time.

Shut up. I always want to hear your shit. Just send me something.

[He misses sitting around and listening to him practice.]

Yeah, I submitted a few pieces for them to look at but I didn't think they'd actually be interested.

He's got a normal job with normal hours. He can't just leave the country on a whim.

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Yeah well tell him to take normal time off then. Like normal people do.

[ and he'll also attatch a little audio clip of him tinkling away on the piano, because he records himself for practising purposes. ]

handel.mp3

[Instantly opening that up to play as he travels towards the gallery. He can't help but smile...and also be a little sad. He types out 'I miss you' but erases it and lets out a little huff.]

It's not always that easy. He's just getting started. Needs to make a good impression on his boss.

[Parroting back Simon's excuses tbh]

Maybe your job will put you there around that time and we could meet up.

[ It makes him sort of angry, and he doesn't really know why, but then anger is something he does only too well. But Nate deserves better. Even if Simon is probably better than he'll give him credit for. He doubts he'd like it if he knew Nate was texting him. ]

Maybe yeah. Work can be a bit up and down so never sure where we're going to be.

[ he hesitates before writing the next bit ]

But I could pop in for a pint sooner.

Yeah? I'd love that.

[Fuck. No. Too eager.]

Just let me know whenever you can get away.

[ He doesn't know why he still likes him. Why he doesn't just tell him to fuck off after everything that he did. He'd deserve it, he knows. He knows how some of his old friendship group would feel too if they knew, and he deserves all that too.

There's more hesitation before he texts again. ]

We're actually just outside London. So whenever.

Wait seriously?

[He knows it doesn't make sense. Logically, he knows that there's a lot of things he should be saying to Matt that aren't 'hey come have a drink with me.' But he can't. He knows too much about the way Matt was raised, about the shit that's in his head about what you should and shouldn't do.

And also he's still fucked up in love with the bastard. Being with Simon is great and it's not that Nate doesn't care about him, but its not at all the same.

Like how just knowing Matt is that close makes his heart start to race.]

Yeah. The offices are sort of secret but I could be in central pretty easy. So just say when and I'll be there if I can.

[ He's drawn to him, he knows, and he shouldn't be, especially now he knows why. ]

We can catch up on some shit. You can tell me if Simon wears that little lawyer wig in bed.

[The offices are secret?? What does that mean? He doesn't actually care, not when he's realizing they could really see one another. Soon.]

What about tonight? After the show? To either celebrate or help me get over it being a disaster.