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“You look deep in thought,” Fergus says with a frown, glancing over at Adam, “What’s up?”
When Adam finally tells Fergus about this, in a few months, once he’s got his head around it all, he’ll tell him that he actually feels pretty hard done by. Imagine looking up at your best friend, who you’ve known for years, on a wet, miserable Thursday afternoon in October and thinking I’m in love with you.
No fanfare, no grand gesture, just a quiet click as everything and nothing at all changes.
Adam gives Fergus a rare, small smile. “Nothing, it’s all good.”