"Maybe…" He whistled then looked at Jeff, "Same answers?"
Jeff paused for a moment then nodded, “Same answers…”
"Alright, we’re all on the same page now." Nick said, feeling a bit of… relief.
That stopped his train of thought, “I don’t know, maybe.”
"Nick, do you still love Jeff?" Sebastian asked bluntly.
"Of course." He responded as though it was an obvious fact.
"Okay, no," Sebastian said, turning to Nick, leaving Hunter to sigh and go back to his book. "Jeff and I make out platonically. You and Jeff make out and say that you’re doing it platonically when really, you just don’t want to admit that you have to work out your feelings for each other but you don’t want to do that because that involves hard conversation."
"Sebastian, you’re just assuming that. We’ve obviously had feeling for each other at some point in time, whether those feelings are still existence… is up for discussion. But we’re fine to have a ‘hard conversation’ if we need to." Nick crossed his arms defensively.
"I just don’t get it," Sebastian said. "You two have had such an unhealthy relationship and you don’t speak for well over a year and your instinct is to, to make out in a public bathroom?"
"To be fair, we met for coffee first and spoke, this wasn’t the first time we’ve seen each other," Jeff said.
"I don’t care if you met for coffee first, you didn’t work anything out," Sebastian ran his hands through his hair, "What part of this is okay? You made out because Nick is unreasonably jealous every time he hears about you and another man, which is completely hypocritical based on how many ladies he’s been with just in this year alone. I live here, Nick, I know exactly what you do in your downtime and it’s ridiculous with the way you emotionally react to Jeff. And Jeff, you called the break and you never once, in the span of a year, thought to even call Nick to say that things were officially over? You just started dating willy nilly without even a word!"
"Babe," Hunter said, looking up from where he was reading. He took off his reading glasses, simply giving the Frenchman a look instead of vocalizing what it was he wanted to say. He knew Sebastian would be able to read him with simply his eyes.
"Look, it was just something that happened in the heat of the moment, Seb." Though it had been something he wanted to do for much longer, "And people make out platonically all the time, I don’t understand what the problem is." He sighed, staring at the other boy.
They managed to pass through lunch without a word about what was happening between Nick and Jeff, however when Sebastian requested Nick back at the apartment and Jeff to step inside with him for a bit, it was evident that there was no way to get around it. So Jeff sat patiently, holding a, loud, purring Ray as Sebastian seemed to be anything but impressed.
"I don’t get it, I figured you would be excited," Jeff finally said.
Nick could easily tell how unimpressed Sebastian was with him and Jeff, and Sebastian wasn’t one who didn’t voice his thought. So he obliged to Sebastian’s request without a compliant, meeting him back the apartment immediately after lunch.
"Of course you don’t," He rolled his eyes fondly. He reached down to grab his hand and tugged him out of the bathroom. He ignored the scrutiny in Sebastian’s eyes, knowing full-well that they were going to have a conversation later.
Nick gladly followed Jeff, his grin still present as he took a seat back at the table. It was obvious that everyone knew exactly what he and Jeff had done but he couldn’t care less.
Jeff turned to him and straightened out his shirt, “It doesn’t matter how well you clean up, my cousins are going to know what you did to me.”
"Well, I can’t really day that I mind. Or that I plan to deny it." Nick grinned, leaning in and stealing a quick kiss.
"I’ll switch seats with Sebastian for lunch," He said, walking out of the stall and going to fix his hair in the mirror.
"Okay, fine. No need to resort to drastic measures." Nick pouted, checking the mirror for a second to make sure there was no trace of the makeout.
"Because we hadn’t spoken since I came over to L.A.," He said, batting at his chest then and wiggling out of his hold, "Oh wipe that smirk off your face you turd."
"Oh, I believe you." Nick chuckled, reluctantly letting Jeff go. "And if I don’t?" He questioned with the aforementioned smirk.