Dex doesn’t figure out what’s happened until he’s already home for the summer. But the moment he wakes up on the morning after he gets in, the realization hits him all at once.
He picks up his phone and calls Nursey before he’s even out of bed, just sitting there in his boxers, sheets pooled around his waist, having never felt so suddenly and completely awake before in his life.
“Yo, what time is it?” Nursey answers, sounding groggy and a hundred thousand miles too far away.
Dex can’t be bothered with greetings or chirps, his single-minded focus kicking into overdrive. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what?” Nursey asks around a yawn.
“That we’re basically in love with each other.”
The line goes dead silent for long enough the Dex has to pull his phone away from his ear to check that the call hasn’t disconnected.