Something seemed to have changed after the holidays, because Ryan started letting Carl drive him to and from work. Initially, Alex used to go with them, happy to be sitting on posh leather, but being reminded he was single every day with their PDA made him rethink his decision.
While he sat in the back seat, he would see Carl and Ryan hold hands throughout the ride. When the car stopped at a red light, they would have their heads together, whispering like he wasn't there. If Ryan was eating anything, he would turn to Carl from time to time, feeding him with his hands. Alex really didn't want to keep being tortured.
A knock sounded at the door, just as Ryan entered the living room. He walked over to open it and found Alex standing outside.
"We're almost ready, just a few minutes more," Ryan said, stepping aside to let him in.
"I'm not waiting for you guys," Alex said. "My fragile heart can't take it anymore."
Ryan's brow arched. "What are you talking about?"
