The next days blurred.
Sky had avoided him.
He'd muttered something about wanting to "catch up with his friends" and spent the night stretched out on the couch, arms folded like he was standing guard. Irritated, he'd claimed. Too irritated to share the massive bed with his friends.
Even Henry had offered to sleep on the couch since he was smaller than Noel and Sky, but Sky would rather die than let someone's body touch his.
Yeah right.
Chris hadn't minded. Not really. He knew exactly what Sky was doing. He wasn't avoiding him for the wrong reasons. He was avoiding him for all the right ones. The kind that made Chris want to laugh and pull him close and whisper things that would make Sky turn red to his ears.
But still. They were in the same spaces. Breakfast, afternoons wandering town, Wilson showing off their city with pride. And in all of those spaces, Sky wouldn't meet his eyes.
