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Matt and Nick had an unspoken agreement that whoever didn't end up with Kenny wouldn't let it split them apart. Not that it really mattered. Kenny wasn't going to end up with anybody, and The Elite would be together forever, and that would be enough, be safe enough, for the Bucks' own, hidden emotions.
(If they ever talked about being in love with the same man, it was roundabout. Sentences with double meanings. Each word a cypher. They only were honest once, in their hotel room, rewatching the first Okada-Omega match.
"God, I love that man." Matt said quietly, heavily, as he stared at the illuminated Kenny on their screen.
"Yeah," Nick said, and he laid his soul as bare as he possibly could when he said, "Me too.")
They never came up with anything for if Kenny ended up with someone who wasn't them. He was never gonna, until he did, and he and Ibushi were sitting on the edge of Nick's bed. Their eyes were on edge. Their hands in each other's hands.
"I love this man," Kenny said. His thumb gently rubbed Ibushi's own. "And I don't want this to tear us apart."
"I don't want it to, either." Matt said, barely a whisper. He stared at Kenny like he was immaterial, nothing but liquid crystals and polarized light.
"Yeah." Nick said. His soul was so, so, raw. "Me too."