The fact that his heart got a little flippy about being around Berlin, or that when Berlin asked him to meet in a quiet little park for "something important" he dropped everything to be there, that was irrelevant. It was not a crush because London was too old for crushes and he didn't like people anyway, Berlin was just....special.
Anyway, he'd shown up, and whatever his motives were, or that he'd taken time in the mirror to make sure the belted sweater-dress over leggings and boots that he'd thrown together looked good, that all his blacks were the same black, and that his makeup was on point--he was going to be out in public. This was not about looking nice for Berlin. And even if it was, who cared. Whatever.
If he had shown up with the blended frozen coffee with a truly ridiculous amount fo chocolate and strawberry syrup that Berlin liked, it was only because he had also been stopping to get his very reasonable mocha (with raspberry because that was the Valentine's special and it was good. Sue him.)
The point was, he'd shown up, and he was waiting with coffee, and all that meant was that he was a good friend, or whatever. Nothing else. Certainly nothing about any Feelings.
He sipped his coffee as he waited, idly bumping his heel against his calf. Hopefully, Berlin would be here soon and he could find out what all of this was about.
amor remanet
