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Alex was a lot of things. Most of those things were along the lines of “mass murderer,” or “massively overpowered.” None of those things were “subtle.” In fact, it was extremely likely that none of the things Alex was had ever even heard of “subtle.” It was a good thing Morgan had a good enough poker face for both of them, because it was painfully obvious that the third thing Alex happened to be was “hopelessly in love with them.”
It wasn’t that Morgan was opposed to the idea. It was just that it felt like it would be crossing some kind of line. Like, their family would definitely disown them if they found out. They’d practically disowned them when they’d found out the two of them were friends. It wasn’t that they cared what their family thought about them, but it was still their family. Just because they had a complicated relationship didn’t mean they wanted to never speak to them again.
The point was, despite any other factors, Morgan was glad that Alex didn’t seem interested in bringing it up.
That being said, they also really wished that Alex’s desire to not talk about his feelings translated to an ability to hide them even a little bit.
“Hey, Morgan, I’ve got a super quick question for you. In this ClockApp video of me you posted, why is everyone in the comments arguing about ‘top,’ ‘bottom,’ ‘sub,’ and ‘dom’ energy?”
“Um… that’s – it’s… When two people–”
“…I know what it means. It’s just, like, is it not obvious? I think it’s pretty obvious.”
Unfortunately, Morgan knew exactly why the comment section was arguing about that. It was because they’d made the, in retrospect terrible, decision to lean against Alex a bit in an attempt to prove that they hadn’t somehow photoshopped him in. They’d had an online argument to win, alright? It wasn’t their fault if Alex had zero ability to mask his expression.
They hesitated too long, and Alex put his phone the rest of the way down. “Oh, come on. What the fuck do I have to do? Like, I’ve massacred thousands – you’re really gonna act like this is even a question?”
Murder doesn’t make up for freezing wide-eyed for half a second when someone drapes an arm across your shoulder, Morgan didn’t say. “Yeah, well, you know how people on the internet are.”
“Whatever,” Alex huffed. “I just didn’t expect you to act like you agree with them.”
“I don’t! I just see where they're coming from. You weren’t exactly the scariest in that video.”
“Again: thousands.”
Morgan shrugged. “I don’t control what people on the internet think. If you don’t want them to question you, maybe you should just act more dominant on ClockApp.”
Alex rolled his eyes and ended the conversation by pointedly picking his phone back up. Morgan turned back to their heist plans. They were trying to map out the security times and route, so their team could avoid them. For a few moments of blessed silence, they wrote snippets of information on a printout of the building’s plans.
“Oh my god. People know I’m on Twitter, right?”
“What?” Morgan asked without looking up.
“Someone reposted your ClockApp video with screenshots of the comment section.”
Morgan snorted, and felt Alex fix his glare on them. “Sorry, just, the idea of the Mighty and Powerful S getting called out for being a sub… you gotta admit, it’s kinda funny.”
“It’s fucking slander is what it is!”
“What’s Twitter saying, anyway?”
“Nothing,” Alex said too quickly.
Morgan set their pencil down and looked up. “…you do know I have Twitter, too, right? Like, I can just check on my own.”
Alex mumbled something that sounded a lot like, “People are just coming up with stupid theories.”
“…oh. I’m not gonna get kidnapped for leverage or something because of a ClockApp, am I?” The more worrying (and more likely) possibility was that Diego, Chad, or their parents might come across one of those theories, but they didn’t say that. If they did, it wouldn’t lighten the mood when Alex indignantly said –
“No, you’re not gonna get kidnapped. If someone tries I can literally rip them apart in seconds.”
“Good.”