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"I love you, man."
SMG3 felt sick. They were just supposed to be hanging out, that was all. Three was brewing them both up some coffee, bantering per usual, when the words just slipped from his lips. And there Four was, staring with his stupid face and not saying a thing. To be fair, he wasn't either, he was too afraid to take back what he knew was secretly true, deep inside. But it was /supposed/ to stay there, forever hidden. And he just decided to drop it at such a senseless time? Goddammit all.
"Three..? Well, um, duh! I love you too, you're my friend!" SMG4 hid his face behind his cup of coffee. He was standing across from the other, the front counter being a convenient divider between them. He kept his eyes on the decorations behind SMG3, anything to avoid eye contact.
There it was, he knew Four would do this. I mean, it was better this way, and Three knew that. So why did it sting so /bad/? "Yeah, sure, whatever, um-- anyway, how's the coffee?"
"Coffee for sure, man."
God, fuck you.
SMG3 stared back at the hot mug resting in hands. How freaking moronic could a guy be? It's not like Four ever showed signs of being interested anyways, so why did he think it was a smart idea to take a shot? The heat from the mug was starting to seep into his thick gloves, burning his hands. He should probably set it aside. But why would he even do that? Like, the guy clearly didn't think highly of him in the first place, and he's obviously fucked up multiple times, so no wonder? Why was he even acting like an asshole in the beginning?
"Ow! Shit!" His attention was drawn back to the world in front of him, hot mug still cradled in his hands. That would probably need an ice pack later. Three set the mug down harshly, messing up the foam heart design on the top.
SMG4 placed down his own mug, reaching for SMG3's hands and gently holding them. "SMG3!! You okay?? The coffee's really hot, you need to be more careful--"
"Yes, I'm fucking fine! Don't-- Don't touch me, okay!?" he jolted back, caressing his own hands as a soothing mechanism. He rubbed them together, feeling the warmth radiating from them. God, maybe he was the idiot.
Pressing his eyebrows together, Four frowned. "Hey, is something wrong? You seem a bit off..."
"I already told you, I'm fine, okay. Maybe a little tired, but nothing a good nap away from you couldn't fix. I'm heading to my evil liar now, bye." SMG3 kept his eyes down, grabbing his mug and pouring the contents into his sink. He then began to make his way to the back, freezing as he heard the other speak up again.
"I love you, too, Three."
SMG3's eyes widened. He quickly turned around to see a flustered SMG4 crossing his arms. He was turned away from Three.
"I know I'm a dumbass sometimes, but this dumbass wants to help you. Will you let me?"
SMG3's mouth went ajar, his heart pounding out of his chest. God, why couldn't this man just confess like a normal person? How does he make it 10x gayer? He sighed, walking back up to Four, this time without the counter as a divider. "Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to give this dumbass a chance..."
SMG4 just giggled, slightly opening his arms as a signal that, hey, if you want a hug I'm right here. SMG3 fell right in. He felt like a gay loser, and he kind of was, but he didn't mind. They could be gay losers together. Figure it all out together. Together... Three liked the sound of that.