The last place you’d be expected to be forced to go with them was an amid the colourful flashes and crowds of the annual pride parade.

Sigma was hunched over slightly, as though discomforted by the swarms of people nearby him, trailing behind the other two and he was carrying you on his back so you wouldn’t get lost or too overwhelmed and he knew you had social anxiety.

Nikolai, completely decked out in rainbows, a painful eyesore, stuck like a tick to Fyodors side.

And Fyodor was simply eying strangers judgementally whilst making inaudible comments.