“My second team almost couldn’t make it today because of a previously schedueled couple’s counselling appointment; you see Joel’s been feeling neglected lately and just wants to be noticed once in a while, especialy when he takes time to put on something nice. Whereas Jack feels underappreciated and wonders if it’s too much to ask to have some dinner on the table on the table when he gets home. And don’t even get me started on their problems in the bedroom. It’s Jack and Joel.”
Or, Louis feels he is due to experiment at least once in his life. Only he’s in a seriously committed relationship with Harry.
“You’re, like, a selfish asshole? Like a major prick. I can’t believe – like.” Harry remembers his last visit to the flat, the evidence of a used condom. “I’m sat here fucking grieving, and, and you’re out there adding more people to your bloody experimenting list.[…]”
“Do you even know how far gone I am with you? I’m too deep in, Louis. I have never – I, I love you so, so much. I-“ he breaks off and aggressively throws his empty cup to the floor, because fuck his throat is ripping him apart.