"Peachy," Michal retorted immediately. Was he interested that Seth had approached him? No, of course not. He was currently looking the other way, wasn't he? Feigning the coolest of aloofness, Michal casually turned his head to look over his shoulder, his gaze beholding Seth only by pure happenstance.
When was the last time they had spoken? As Michal zoned in on what he could only assume was the beginning foundations of crow's feet, he realized... this was the first time in over a month that he and Seth were having a conversation. Or seeing each other, for that matter. Actually seeing each other, being in the other's presence, for while Larkin had dragged him to one of England's matches, Michal didn't really think could really count.
He frowned, for a brief moment, disliking the taste of that realization left in his mouth. Over the years, it hadn't really been... Michal quickly shook that thought from his mind, specifically remembering one other time in the past years that he and Seth had gone so long without daily contact.
"Why?" Michal eventually spoke, resting his drink down on the table. His brows went up high. "Does it make you jealous?"
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