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“He has a weird-looking nose though,” Cody continued. “You could do better.” “I like his nose.” “Well. There’s no accounting for taste, I guess.”
“The rituals are intricate,” Eli agrees.
“And then there’s Muzz. He dresses like my cousin Archie—” “Way too much denim and American flag paraphernalia?” “That’s the one, but he also gave the frosh guys a lecture on intersectional feminism at dinner, and I’m pretty sure he kissed our goalie on the mouth after practice, but I’m definitely sure the goalie isn’t gay—” He shrugs. “Time will tell, I guess.”
He’d also seen enough of Alex’s off-ice behavior splashed across tabloids to know that the kid desperately needed his tweeting privileges revoked and a babysitter when he hit the clubs.
Things went awkwardly silent then, and Jeff was reminded, somewhat fondly, of phone conversations with his five-year-old niece.
Memories like leaning out the open window of Alex’s Land Rover, exhausted, eyes watering from the wind, grinning at the blur of nighttime Houston lights as Alex drives Eli home.
No bc I watched heredity this morning
while his—while Eli—
“You need to be extra nice to Eli today, okay?” Alex says, running his knuckles down the curve of her arched spine. “He’s had a seizure. Which is bad. And we like him, so we need him to feel welcome and safe and shit, all right?”
“Wait. You know who Alexander the Great is?”
Babes… he’s pretty famous
Jeff suppresses the urge to roll his eyes at the superior look Alex gives him. As if he’s somehow won a competition for Eli’s affections against a straight man who is no longer even present.
Tumblr is pretty divided on whether Eli and Alex are together or Kuzy and Eli. A few enterprising individuals make a solid case that they’re very happily polyamorous.
“I was just having a lot of feelings this morning!”
Can’t a bro buy his bro a pair of Louboutins? #fuckyourheteronormativebullshit #treatyobro
But Eli won’t be in the normal places that Alex associates as safe: Eli’s dorm. The rink. Campus. Alex’s home. With Alex. It’s a problem for his brain.
Eli squeezes him a little harder than is necessary and then tells himself firmly to let go because bros don’t tuck their faces into their bros necks and then just hang on for extended periods of time.
“And on the eighth day,” Cody intones, eerily similar to the pastor at Cody’s church back home, “the Lord made hockey asses. And Eli felt one. And it was good.”
Alex may not be good at fashion, but the contrast between Eli’s skin, the white T-shirt he’s wearing, and the deep-green of the apron is nice. Very nice.
Starbucks employee??
“Calculus is homophobic,” Eli mutters. “What?” Alex says. “How?” “I’m gay, and it inconveniences me.”
