It starts off small. Pleasant greetings, handshakes that leave prickles all over the skin. It's only normal for them to get along, being the two most important people in Bunny's life. One his lover, and the other his closest friend.

It turns into warm kisses on the cheeks and private conversations between them. Only the two of them, without concern for the whereabouts of the one that had them meet in the first place.

And finally, the nights spent together, talking, reading, touching. Nights where Bunny went out drinking with friends. Nights where Bunny was too preoccupied to see that his best friend was taking his partner into his home, into his bed. The first of many betrayals.

Then Bunny was dead. He tripped and fell from a cliff, that was the story.

The two of them stood onto the balcony, one needing fresh air, one needing the other. "It's been long enough." Henry judges as he wraps his arms around them, bringing his chest to their back.

He tilts his head to whisper in their ear, the same way he would when they would be at a dinner with friends. Only less intimately as Bunny was still there, though oblivious to the tension between them.

"They'll all think it's what he would have wanted. Someone to take care of you. And who better than his best friend?"

And yet, they both knew this would have been the last thing Bunny would've wanted.