Modern AU ridiculousness about fish and chips for some reason
James was in love with his best friend. He knew he wasn’t the first or the last person to be so, nor was he the first and likely not the last to fall in love with Thomas Hamilton. That last part was enough to leave him feeling sullen and short-tempered on bad days, if he let himself dwell on it overlong. Had it been anyone else, he would have done something about it by now, one way or another. But it was Thomas, his closest friend, friend being the key word, and James wasn’t about to lose that over his own traitorous, unreturned feelings.
“Ugh, those are yours,” Thomas grimaced as he unwrapped their fish and chips, delicately nudging James’ pot of mushy peas towards him as if he might catch something from prolonged contact with them.
“Thanks,” James said absently, and tipped them out over his chips. He could practically hear Thomas wincing. “Go and sit down, I’ll get us a drink.”
Madness is such a hard thing to define, which makes it such an easy label to affix to one’s enemies. Once it had been applied to Thomas, once our relationship had been exposed, defiled, scandalized…everything ended.
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