Thoreau stirred a couple packets of sugar into his coffee, trying to ignore the fact that the barista was clearly trying to eye fuck him and was maybe someone he'd slept with before. He was with Rooney and being with Rooney meant not responding to signals the way he used to. Especially when he was also actually physically out
with Rooney as said coffee shop.
He carried Rooney's drink over to him, setting it down and then sitting across the table from him, taking a sip from his own latte. "I guess the downside of spending a couple years as a slut is people don't know you've given that up." Even if technically they were open and Thoreau was allowed to sleep with other people as long as he was home by curfew, didn't do drugs, and didn't kiss on the mouth.
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