Noah
I see the photo before I mean to, scrolling through some development camp fan account that tracks the top recruits, and there's Ethan, grinning, relaxed in a way I haven't seen from him in weeks of increasingly short, exhausted phone calls, some guy's arm slung around his shoulder like it belongs there.
I know it's probably nothing. I tell myself that immediately, logically, the same way I'd tell anyone else in this situation to stay calm, not to jump to conclusions over a single photo taken out of context. Except the calls have been getting shorter for two weeks now, the texts more clipped, and some insecure, exhausted part of me that's been quietly building since he left latches onto the photo like proof of something I've been too scared to name out loud.
I don't call him right a
