Chapter Three: The Scattered Bromance

no skipping, no giddy smiles – just long faces. D is out for a long weekend. A wanders the hall, murmuring into his phone. the red string of fate has unraveled today.

now the bromantics have decided to stagger their walk to lunch. possible motivation: shame. the first one walked by looking totally lost. the second one walked by a few seconds later looking totally guilty. I hear them talking. boys, everyone knows.