Notes

Evan shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows at the upset look on Leon's face. Who did he think he was? If anyone should have been upset he thinks it should've been himself. He ripped his hands out from the other's grasp. It felt like he was being pitied and no amount of affection was going to make him feel any better. No matter how many times he heard the words. The words that solidified his love was, indeed, unrequited it reduced him to tears. It hurt to know the person he loved couldn't or wouldn't feel the same way. Heartbreaking would be a better term to describe the feeling. "Why," he started off with a shaky voice, "why don't you love me like that?" Knowing Leon loved him as a friend was a double edged sword, on one hand he loved him but on the other he didn't feel the same way he felt.

Sasha smiled, a soft one that held no malice or traits of mockery, rubbing Dima's shoulder. "No one heard, they're all too busy, besides you never know. I could ask him for you?" He didn't want to do anything without Dima's permission if it'd affect him more than himself, Dima had a soft spot for Calum and if he had a chance Sasha didn't want to ruin it for him. He wanted to see his best friend happy and if that meant keeping his mouth shut, for once, he would.