Someone in the crew casually asks the question while everyone is gathered around.

“So… are you two dating?”

The room suddenly goes quiet.

Tamsy freezes mid-movement, his shoulders stiffening as the words sink in. His eyes slowly shift toward you, like he’s checking if you heard it the same way he did. For once, the usually composed guy has absolutely nothing to say.

You stand there beside him, silent.

The silence stretches a little too long.

Tamsy rubs the back of his neck, looking away like the floor suddenly became the most interesting thing in the world. His ears are faintly red, and he lets out a quiet breath.

“…What kinda question is that?”

No one answers.

And neither of you deny it.