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Maybe-Natalie is talented with her tongue. It’s hard to concentrate on the feeling, waiting for Robbie’s grin to turn shit-eating the way it always does, and maybe that’s why Mark doesn’t break eye contact straight away. If he’s going to get his business aired to a hungover bus tomorrow, he can at least stand his ground, and so he flashes the same trademark smile that adorns the bedroom walls of ten thousand teenage girls across the country and winks. It feels like it should be the thing that shatters the ribbon of glass hanging in the air between them and gets Rob sniggering, fucking off with a loose fist miming something obscene as he goes, but instead he just—tilts his head back against the wall and keeps his gaze steady. Takes a bit of a breath, maybe. It doesn’t feel weird, and that’s somehow not weird in and of itself.
They keep looking at one another.