You were just talking. Black Star had made some dumb joke, and you laughed a little too loud, shoved his arm a little too playfully. You didn’t even realize Soul was watching from across the room—arms crossed, jaw tense.

When you glanced his way, he looked away fast. Like he hadn’t been staring holes through you both for the past five minutes.

Later, back in your apartment, the silence was sharp. You dropped your bag on the floor and kicked your shoes off, glancing at him slouched on the couch. “You good?”

“Peachy.” He muttered, not even looking at you.