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“Well, Jen,” Chris drew out when Jared left. “How are you enjoying tonight?” Jensen sighed. “Chris, stop it, will you? Jared’s a nice friend. You don’t need to be so cold toward him.” Chris snorted. “Yeah, right... a friend. For fuck’s sake, are you blind, or what? Don’t you see how that dick’s looking at you?” Steve put a hand on Chris’ shoulder. “Calm down, you moron,” he said with a voice reserved for particularly troublesome people and Chris, which wasn’t that much of a difference. “I think Jared’s a great guy. Nothing else is important for now.” “Why is no one listening to me?” Chris complained to the ceiling, and Steve laughed. “’Cause you’re an overprotective bastard.” He took him by the bicep, leading him away to the kitchen. He winked at Jensen over his shoulder, saying lowly, “I’ll take care of him”. Jensen gave him a thankful smile. Steve had a gift to make Chris listen and look at things objectively. Chris never listened to anyone – not even Jensen – because he simply thought he knew better than them. Steve was the only one who was able to reason with his friend. How he did it yet remained a mystery. Jensen turned around, hoping to find any of his friends, and Justin stood there, looking at him with dazed, drunken eyes. He sighed and went to him. Justin just didn’t know how to hold his liquor. To be fair, he wasn’t the first and only one of his friends. Jensen still painfully remembered how he had to help Chris to get him to a bed when he’d overdone it with alcohol. Hauling his not so light friend up the stairs, trying to make him listen and lie down onto a bed took him over an hour. “Hey,” he said softly to Justin. “You alright?” Justin looked at him for a long time, swaying slightly on his feet. “Can I talk t’you?... ... middle of paper ... ...ved his eyes slowly to them and the dark retreated for a second, revealing James and Sarah, holding their hands, frozen in shock. He’d be horrified they saw him in such a horrible position but his mind took the moment to shut down, the spinning room too much to take in. He heard an angry male voice ordering, “Get Chris.” That was James’ voice. He croaked a small quivering no. Chris couldn’t see him like this. He was his best friend. It’d kill Jensen if he ever saw the disgust he was sure would appear in Chris’ eyes if his friend saw him like this. But no one listened to him like always and Jensen didn’t have the energy or time to say more as the hands holding him in place left without a warning, and his body slid down the wall heavily. He heard swearing and a loud yelling but none of it mattered because Chris would come and see him and would never talk to him again.

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