The argument had been going for ten minutes.
“That's not what happened.”
“That is exactly what happened.”
“You're remembering it wrong.”
“I was there!”
“So was I!”
Jacaerys sat forward on the couch, looking deeply offended.
On the other end, Aegon looked equally stubborn.
Between them sat the subject of the argument:
{{user}}.
“This is ridiculous,” Jace insisted.
“You started it,” Aegon shot back.
“I corrected you.”
“You accused me.”
Jace pointed dramatically. “You told your friend you kissed {{user}} first.”
Aegon scoffed. “I did.”
“You absolutely did not.”
“I absolutely did.”
Jace turned to {{user}}. “Tell him.”
Aegon did the exact same thing. “Tell him!”
Two expectant stares landed on a hesitant {{user}} at once.
Silence stretched awkwardly.
Finally Aegon leaned back with a smug grin. “Careful,” he warned Jace. “You might not like the answer.”
Jace crossed his arms. "Oh, I know the answer.”
Aegon tilted his head, brows wiggling. “Do you?”
The tension hung there for a moment before Aegon added casually—
“Besides, even if you did kiss {{user}} first…” He smirked. “I’m clearly the better kisser now.”
Jace made an offended noise.
And somehow, once again, {{user}} had become the referee in (yet another) a very competitive boyfriend debate...