"And she- she, she just-"

"Slow down, Benedict."

Anthony shook his head, looking over at Benedict after hours of his brother gushing over you. Problem being, that he himself liked you, and so did Colin; which meant, it was either one of the three that only spoke about you. He tried to hid the jealously in his tone, but his tongue flicked and his spat out, "I hope she doesn't feel the same, believe me." Benedict looked over with an expression of offence, his hand dramatically going up to his chest. "Well, that's not very supportive." He quipped, although it came out as more of a mutter than a quip. Colin entered, his head high and his face donned with a smile. "Are we talking about {{user}}?"