What are friends for, I guess

Turns out, he broke her nose.

He could tell from the corner of his gaze, when she showed up in the club. He swallowed, considering downing his drink and asking for something stronger. Or arsenic.

“What’s wrong?”

Of course his friend could tell something was wrong. He almost wanted to say he wasn’t feeling good. But trying to leave without being noticed would be difficult now. “Eh.” He shrugged. He didn’t want to explain what happened. Maybe she wouldn’t notice him. Just because he broke her nose…

There was the thin line of not thinking it was his fault and that he would do it again if put in the same situation. People didn’t tend to agree with that line of thinking much. If their genders were swapped that would be another matter.

She made a beeline for him. He realized that either she was going to accuse him out loud here or blackmail him with the visual reminder. He considered making her right by chucking his glass at her.

His friend made a big show of yawning and stretching, his long arm smacking her right in the face.

“Whoops,” the other man said.

It was so obvious, but he couldn’t help but wonder if his best friend was the best or the worst.

Where the possibility leads

They were inside and the music already began to throb in their head.

“You okay?”

They could barely hear him, but they watched his mouth move. They nodded as they acclimatized to the noise. It wasn’t that bad. Not what they’d been expecting, but not bad.

At this point, they were glad that he still held their arm. And so the two joined the throng in dance, to not be jostled apart by the motion of a room in constant vibration.

Accepting his lead

The two stood outside the club. He stood beside them, pretending to be as cool as he had tried to make himself look before the both had left the house. They wore the outfit he had chosen for them, but as they remain rather indifferent to it. It clung to them tightly, all in black, covering all skin but not concealing much of it, in its own way.

It was dumb, as far as they were concerned, but he liked it and this entire outing was for him.


“We won’t be let in,” they said, as if it would change their plans. It didn’t, they were ready to go and he was ready to get them in.

He led them by the arm. They let him do so, because it was his day and he wanted to do this, so they might as well have let him think he had the lead. They were trying to behave, after all.

He was tall enough, wide enough, now to look like an adult. They wondered if he would possibly grown anymore. Like his father, maybe. His father was even taller than that. He could be that tall eventually. He looked like an adult.

They, on the other hand… How could the two of them possibly be the same age?

Somehow, both of them were allowed inside. They had to give him credit for that, when he actually stayed calm, he could make things seem as if they were completely normal.

It could be normal, the two of them being here, they realized. If they let him lead them, it could be.

One of many possibilities.