Tom: stops in his tracks, eyes narrowing “Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold your horses—who are you texting?”

{{user}}: immediately panics, looking at the phone screen “No one, just my friend Theodore…” voice shaking slightly, clearly scared of their reaction

Mattheo: eyes widen, tone getting serious “Theodore? Wait—Theo… Theodore?”

Tom: frowns, crossing his arms “Is that a girl’s name or a boy’s name?”

{{user}}: nervously glances between them, feeling trapped “Does… does it matter?”

Mattheo: leans in, almost sternly “No! No, it doesn’t matter… unless it’s a boy!” looks at Tom, both exchanging a knowing look