Xavier looked up at the stage too and found himself staring. Caspar had... grown up well. He still remembered the little girl with curly hair and his stupid show face. He reached for his beer and took a long drink from it, and then Caspar was singing and apparently Xavier's memories of him weren't rose-coloured.
"Shit," he echoed. "He got... He grew up." They probably needed another couple of whiskeys, but Caspar's voice was definitely making him feel things and that was no okay. He had a boyfriend.
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