“So. Boyfriends.” “Yeah. I mean, I’m serious about this. I want you to be mine. Not in a creepy possessive way.” Eli coughs. “Okay, maybe a little bit possessive, but I would be yours too. We’d be, uh, each other’s?” Alex really is a walking disaster, but Eli’s grinning up at him, so clearly, he didn’t fuck that up too badly. “Yeah. I understand. I’d like that too.”
