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Martyn sat on the floor of his living room, eyes fixed on the TV screen as a familiar outro played. Grian and BigB were behind him on the sofa; they had come over so the three of them could watch their favorite show, Blue Sword . Martyn and Grian agreed that they all had a hyperfixation on it, or that it was their special interest, but BigB insisted that they didn’t.
As soon as the lyrics started Martyn and Grian began to sing along, very much out of tune but honestly, what else was expected from two trumpet players? They had embraced that joke at this point, as had the rest of their band friends and several others.
BigB sat through it, all two minutes and eighteen seconds of them singing. At the end, Martyn and Grian were grinning, BigB offering his own smile—the one with no teeth, but that still reaches his eyes.
Martyn stood to get snacks before starting the next episode. He refilled their bowls of chocolate covered pretzels and popcorn, and Grian’s odd choice of pita chips. (It wasn’t quite odd, necessarily, but no one in their friend group liked pita chips as much as Grian.)
Returning to the living room, he handed Grian his bowl, his friend’s face lighting up at the sight of his favorite snack. He placed the other bowls in a spot where all three of them could reach relatively easily.
Taking his place back on the floor, Martyn started the next episode, singing along with Grian once again during the intro.
About halfway through, Grian and Martyn lock eyes with a grin, knowing what scene is coming up.
“‘It was always going to be like this, Canary,’” the two quoted in unison.
They fell back into their seats, smiles wide on their faces from laughter, and settled into silence until the end of the scene. It was another couple of minutes before one of them spoke again.
“Do you wanna break up?” Grian asked, seemingly to no one.
“Yeah,” came the reply from BigB, before the room went quiet again, save for the sounds of the show.
Martyn stared at the screen for a few beats, processing what his friends behind him had just said. He turned slowly, face contorting in confusion. “Wh-huh—ffhuh?” he said intelligently. Grian and BigB were still looking straight at the TV, as if they hadn’t just broken up on Martyn’s sofa—since when were they dating?!