Justin/Chris

intervene; eavesdrop

It's not like he means to eavesdrop. The door is just right there in front of him, and... not closed all the way. He would probably hear them fighting even if it was closed. It's that kind of argument. He can hear Justin trying to stay in control of himself, but his accusations come out harder and wilder the more Nick denies them. In the end, Nick screams that the relationship, if it ever was one, is over, and comes storming out into the hallway. He glances once at Chris, who tries hard to look as if he hasn't been standing there, but doesn't stop to chat.

Chris waits for exactly one moment before he enters the room. Justin doesn't look surprised to see him. They're in Justin's home, after all.

"I fucking hate that! Why couldn't he just tell me?" He looks moments away from stamping his foot.

Chris puts his arms around Justin, squeezing until he slumps against him and Justin's weight makes them sit down on the bed. The front door slams loudly, and they both start.

"It's not like you didn't have your own secrets," he says, nudging Justin into a comfortable position. Justin turns in his arms and leans his forehead against the side of Chris's face. Chris fiddles with the hair at the back of his neck and sighs when he doesn't get an answer.