Julien felt his breath grow shaky and his eyes began to tear up, blurring the world around him. But they didn’t spill over. He refused to cry in front of them both. Maybe Everett but certainly not Mads. Julien felt like such an idiot. He had let himself be hopeful that things would go well and everyone could laugh it off as normal and these happy days would just continue on.<br/><br/>His body felt numb he hardly even felt Everett’s hand in his anymore. Unlike Everett that doubt that his friends would accept their relationship so easily had taken a firm hold his stomach. But Everett’s confidence and optimism gave him hope and he wanted to believe in that.<br/>The feeling of hands pressing against his cheeks brought him back to reality with a flinch, staring wide eyed at his lover as he comforted him.<br/>“E-Evie...” He only ever used that nickname when they were alone, unaware that Mads was even still here. At Everett’s suggestion he took a deep breath, those tears starting to trickle down the corners of his eyes as he released the tension in himself. He wrapped his arms around Everett and pulled himself into his chest. His warmth, strong arms, and scent helped calm him again, breathing in deeply and letting it all back out again with another few trickles of tears.<br/><br/>When Everett suggested Mads go after Case his head shot back up, watching as the other ran from the room. Was that a good idea?<br/>“Case... wouldn’t hurt one of us...” He muttered, hopefully.<br/>His legs felt weak. Julien pulled out the chair of his desk and sat down with his head in his hands.<br/>“I feel sick... c-can you get me glass of water?” He pointed in a direction around the sink.<br/>“There are clean glass paint jars in the cupboard.” His voice sounded shaky.