Juno leaned back against his chair, staring into Julien's flustered expression. His finger lightly tapped the table, churning his mind for a reaction. As if he didn't hear a word, he merely focused on each and every change of the teenager's facial transitions. From guilt to fear, to shyness and expectations, what can he do against such a lovely child. Restricting the desires of wanting to hold his face, molding the soft cheeks to his hands, Juno closed his eyes for a second. When he opened his eyes, he saw the pair's hands holding each other for support. Like a pair of cornered animals, consoling each other against the wall... Releasing a quiet sigh, he agreed with Maddison's words. Propping his chin up against his knuckles, he tilted his head smugly as if the news was ant's pee. "So? Are you here to brag or something?" He eyed Everett, a boyish and cheerful friend who had always treated him well.<br/><br/>To say that he fully congratulated them was a lie, but to say that he denied it...was also a lie. Clenching his jaw, yet still appearing as stoic as he had been, he shrugged and pulled out his phone. "Anything else? Coming out isn't anything new now a days." He paused and breathed, putting down his phone. Silence filled the room, sinking into the atmosphere like icy needles down his skin. It immobilized him; it made him unable to react with how he wanted. Painfully and cowardly, he tried to change the mood.<br/><br/>He turned to Maddison, who suddenly seemed prickly. He reached out a hand and pulled down his wrist. He gave him a stern look and shook his head. Juno doesn't understand what's going on with the other person, but it had already went this far. He didn't want anything to change in the first place. "Thanks for saying this though. It must have killed you two for keeping something like this for a year. But hell, we're friends, right?" He replaced Maddison's previous words, wanting to ease the situation. He wasn't the mediator. This was usually someone else's job. He felt fake. He felt like a liar. He didn't like it. Subconsciously, the grip on Maddison's wrist got tighter.<br/><br/>Juno felt like he was digging his own grave. As if he was the understanding friend, the silent and supportive type, he smiled lightly, reassuring Julien that his thoughts of him hadn't changed. However, he wanted nothing more than to leave the room and bolt out to the streets. Doing anything, working whatever, not thinking, mechanically just...so... He finally released his grip from Maddison, and took a step back. Lazily yawning, he blinked his eyes tiredly. "Well, I still have a few other things to do. You know, the gym as always." He picked up his Nike duffle bag and looked at the three expressionlessly. "Then, I'll be going. Do any of you need a ride?"