Julien’s face turned beat red at being called ‘hot’. He didn’t let go of his hand but he turned his face away.<br/>“S-stop that... your exaggerating.” He said, voice strained as he tried to hide how embarrassed he was. “Just what are you saying in front of our friends?”<br/>Jules didn’t resist however as Evie wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close. He wasn’t exactly big of pda but something about being able to touch Everett and not have to hide it was comforting.<br/><br/>He waved his friends out of the room before letting out a long sigh. He practically fell into Everett’s arms.<br/>“That could’ve gone better.” He muttered. “Something about what Mads said bugged me... were we so wrong to keep it a secret?” He wondered, slowly pushing away from Everett to get himself a glass of water. He dug in the art rooms cubourds for clean glass paint jar and filled it in the sink used for cleaning the brushes. It still tasted a bit like paint but Jules didn’t care as he quickly downed the jar of water hoping to wash away his stress.<br/>“... let’s go home. I want to just relax and try not to think about it. Surely they just need time...” he leaned against the sink for a minute before leaving the jar inside and returning to Everett’s side, slinging his bag over his shoulder.