The room goes silent.
Jason goes stiff against my side.
"Was that—" Robin starts.
"Yep." I'm already pulling the phone out. No point denying it when everyone in this room knows exactly what that sound means. No point making excuses or pretending it was something else.
Jason's not looking at me. He's staring at the TV, jaw tight, whole body tense where moments ago he was soft and relaxed.
I open the app, go straight to settings, delete my profile. Uninstall. Find Scruff, same thing. Sniffies. Gone. Every hookup app I've ever downloaded, wiped from my phone in thirty seconds.
"Sniffies?" Robin says. "Really?"
"When you get a boyfriend, we can talk about how fast you delete your apps."
"I'm never getting a boyfriend, so screw you."
"Then shut up about mine."
I set the phone on the coffee table, screen down. Jason still hasn't moved.
"Should've done that already," I say. "Forgot they were on there."
He's quiet for a moment. Then: "You forgot."
"Haven't opened them since before the garage. Haven't thought about them, haven't looked at them. Just... didn't think to delete them."
"But they were still on your phone."
"Yeah. They were." I don't make excuses. There aren't any good ones. I fucked up by not doing this sooner, and no amount of explaining will change that. "They're not anymore."
Jason finally looks at me. His expression is guarded, searching, like he's trying to figure out if I'm telling the truth. Then he pulls out his own phone, unlocks it, and hands it to me.
I look at him.
"Check," he says. "If you want."
I scroll through his apps. Nothing. No Grindr, no Scruff, no Tinder, no Hinge, nothing. Just normal stuff—weather, maps, some cooking apps with recipe bookmarks, a game with cartoon cats that he's apparently on level 847 of.
"Deleted mine the night you made popcorn," he says quietly.
He deleted his apps after movie night. Before the gun range, before the library, before I called him my boyfriend in front of witnesses. He was already all in while I was still carrying around old habits I'd forgotten about.
I hand his phone back. "We're good," I tell him. It's not a question.
He holds my gaze for a long moment. Then his shoulders relax, and he leans back into my side.
"We're good," he agrees.
I press a kiss to his temple and pull him closer, tucking him firmly against me where he belongs.
"Oh thank god," Robin says loudly. "I thought we were going to have to witness a breakup in real time. Can we watchthe movie now? Brendan Fraser is about to do the thing with the books."
"There's no thing with the books," Toby says.
"There's absolutely a thing with the books, he's in a library, there are books—"
The argument dissolves into the usual chaos. Jason settles more firmly against my side, his hand finding mine, fingers interlacing.
