“Yeah?” Cam’s expression softened and he smiled, in a surprisingly sober way. Maybe he wasn’t so much drunk as very happy. Very in love.
Trevor couldn’t say he’d ever felt like that about anyone before; didn’t know if hecouldfeel like that about anybody.
But that was part of the problem, wasn’t it? Even before Sophie had gotten pissed at him for not declaring for the draft after his junior year, he hadn’t ever felt about her like Cam clearly did about Dawson.
“Yeah, definitely,” Trevor said confidently. He wasn’t sure if becoming friends with Cam would be the magical answer to all his questions, but it couldn’t hurt if he had someone else to ask, right?
“Hey, I’m gonna pee,” Dawson said, murmuring something else into Cam’s ear. Cam flushed red and nodded.
“I’m gonna get us more drinks,” Cam said, and Trevor nodded, turning towards the bar with him. That was the moment he realized Lane had slipped away then.
He wasn’t disappointed. Hewasn’t.
The thought crossed his mind that maybe Lane was running away after the half-an-awkward-convo they’d had, but it had probably only been awkward at all for Trevor. Not for Lane, who was the most comfortable, confident person in his own skin that Trevor knew.
“What are you drinking?” Trevor asked, searching for a less serious way to open the conversation than,wow, you’re really in love. Wanna tell me about it?
“Vodka sodas,” Cam said, nodding at the bartender, who grabbed two fresh glasses. “You?”
“Tequila on the rocks. Um. Lane likes it. Got me into it.”
Cam shot him a look that Trevor could only describe asknowing. Trevor wanted to ask why that look, whynow, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the answer. “Oh yeah? He being good to you?”
“He’s not being bad. We, uh, we have a good time, you know? Play a lot of video games. He’s addicted to these stupid meme compilations on YouTube.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
Cam shot him a gentle look. “What doyoulike? You like playingCall of DutyorFortnitewith Lane?”
Trevor nodded. Hedid, sure. Lane was usually a pretty good time, even if he was in a prickly mood. Trevor had noticed over the last few months that he could usually get him out of it with a distraction ofdoingsomething. Which was why they ended up with video game controllers in their hands so much.
“But yeah, not entirely my thing. I like other stuff too.”
“Like?”
Trevor sighed. Lane had given him so much shit for this particular hobby, the first time he’d showed up at home with one in his hands, had even half-jokingly warned him that nobody better know he had a twenty-two-year-old going on eighty-year-old living with him. Trevor had made a face at him and told him to fuck off.
But the words had lingered.
Was he old and stuffy and boring? Maybe a little.But you look hot tonight, echoed in his head. Reminding him that maybe he wasn’talltedium.
“Um, actually one of my favorite things to do to decompress is a jigsaw puzzle,” Trevor said.
Cam blinked in surprise. “A puzzle? Like that kids do?”
“I mean, they’re notjustfor kids. I do like thousand-piece ones that take me awhile. Can be really challenging. It’s a good way to keep my hands and my brain occupied, instead of angsting over everything I can’t control.”
Nodding along, Cam pulled one of the drinks the bartender had made closer, then picked it up, taking a sip. “That sounds nice, actually?”
Trevor made a face. “Don’t tell Lane that.”
“He doesn’t like your puzzles?”
“He seems to think I’m a major dork,” Trevor confessed. “Too sweet. Too nice. Too much of a loser.”
It was flattering, how quickly Cam’s chin raised and the flash in his brown eyes. “No way,” he rebutted. “That’s not true.”
