Maddison just rolled his eyes when Julien rated his art work as boring. Leave it to Jules to be his own worse critic. Regardless, Maddison liked it and he'd always had a penchant for messing with Jules. Even knowing that the other was never all that impressed when people complimented his artwork, Mads continued to do it anyway. Even if his pursuit of perfection was a tad unrealistic, Jules was a damn good artist and Maddison made sure to remind him of that. Whether he wanted to hear it or not.<br/><br/>Noticing Everett's lingering touch on Julien's shoulder, Mads gaze darted between the two of them even as he berated himself for overthinking it. All the boys knew that Evie was a touchy-feely person, and Jules did look nervous. Juno finally decided to grace them with his presence and Mads finally pulled his gaze away from the other two, "He arrives. Finally."<br/><br/>Then Jules started to talk and Jules flustered and stumbling over his words had Maddison looking on with something akin to concerned amusement. Amusement that quickly faded into a sinking feeling in his stomach; which only worsened when Everett grabbed hold of Jules hand. No, no he didn't just<i>hold </i>his hand, he laced their fingers together. His gaze darted between the two of them, silently praying to whoever would listen that this wasn't what it looked like. He didn't want to hear this. Didn't want to know. But did anyone listen? Nooo, Everett just went on ahead and confirmed what the two of them were struggling to get at. Mads had to swallow around the sudden tightness in his throat. Had it always been this difficult to breathe?<br/><br/>A year, huh? A whole fucking year, and now they decide to tell them? Maddison didn't know if he was more hurt or angry. Goes to show what a decade plus of friendship meant to these two...Nothing. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. Distantly, he knew he was being unfair, and he didn't care. He hurt too much to try and be understanding.<br/><br/>Reaching up, he tugged at his ear, ignoring the sensation of a giant stepping on his chest, "...What, that's it?" Pale eyes looked between the two of them, looking almost disappointed, "I mean, with all the tension and suspense I was expecting something a little more...<i>exciting</i>." He silently congratulated himself on managing to keep his voice from cracking, because fuck, he could barely breathe as it was. And why did it feel like he was falling? He glanced down at the floor, just to make sure that it hadn't fallen away beneath him. Nope, still there.<br/><br/>Mads couldn't help the sudden derisive laugh that came out his mouth as he pulled his gaze from the floor to dart between the two love birds, "Because you know, it's not like the two of you hiding your relationship for a year isn't exciting enough" There was an edge to his words that belied the lightness with which he said them.