 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Of course Bry would think of them as worries. She was such a stubborn herself, did she know? “Gots that right. Oh waits. You were always heavy.” Ary couldn’t resist teasing her as he squished her back. At least she never got angry that he didn’t live up to her expectations of him always catching her. What’s this? Oh… Bry was including Drake in the hug too? His heart melted. “Group hugs!’’ he agreed, holding an arm out to his dorm mate white keeping the other around Bry.
Ary was, obviously, quite oblivious to how his and Bry’s antics may have made Drake feel. He really need not feel like a third wheel but once again, the challenge of ensuring that he gave both of his friends an equal amount of his attention arose. Was this how his life was going to be always? Oh boy.
“We should calls you ‘King of Foods’ for more reasons than one,’’ Ary joked to Drake, reaching out to ruffle his friend’s elegant curls. Because the other guy had truly done a top job with adding extra snacks and because, of course, Drake was the biggest foodie he knew {aside from Ary’s own dad}. The youngest Slytherin made a face before laughing. “You’re boths entitled to your incorrect opinion.”
With that, he stuck out his tongue at his besties.
He liked seeing these two get along so well. A lot. Neither Bry nor Drake knew how anxious Ary was about saying or doing something that could jeopardise this because of his complicated feelings. |