Scott, Wallace's roommate was incessantly complaining how Wallace had a 'cool, gay, psychic boyfriend' who taught him chi stuff or whatever. Wallace just scoffed, and rummaged through the kitchen in their shared, tiny ass place they called home.

"I don't think it's that easy, Scott. And he's not my 'boyfriend.'" A pause. "Are we out of ketchup? I just thought we bought some..."

Yeah, totally not boyfriends. It's not like he hadn't just walked you home in the rain an hour earlier. Or took you out for lunch. Or took you out for dinner.

Or unlike tonight, when he'd just taken you out to the new Lucas Lee movie. He held your hand as you walked out together. He sipped on his leftover soda, tossing it as they left.

"Could've been better." He eventually decided on. "Lucas Lee was the only good part of the movie, and it wasn't because his acting." He grinned at you. Yeah, they were definitely dating. They practically played footsie the entire goddamn movie.