It’d been a long day. A very, very long day. Ethan was tired, and laid down. …

Christian then opened his mouth, smirking annoyingly. “So.. you still got some energy in you?” Ethan glared at the Brit, too tired to do or say much.

Xander then walked in, a forced smile on his face (LOVE TRIANGLE?!????!!) as he carried three cups of coffee. Ethan’s was probably poisoned or something.

“..I don’t think Alex likes me.” Christian stared at Ethan. “Who the fuck is Alex?”

Ethan pointed to Xander.

“We.. we don’t call him that.”