“I’d never lie about anyone, let alone a friend, and you’ve been really kind to me. Black Lace is like a family to me already. I care about all of you. I would never do anything to hurt the band,” Donnie says.
“We all care about you, too. Honestly, I want to hunt this Kevin guy down and rip him apart. And I want to yell at your family for hours. You’ve been treated like shit, yet you still turned out really great, so kind and gentle. It’s amazing. You’re amazing,” Jed says firmly. His head feels a little clearer than when they had been playing cards.
Donnie blushes a faint pink. “Thank you”
“You don’t see it, do you?” Jed reaches out and strokes Donnie’s cheek. It feels a little hot to the touch, flushed, and Jed is treading close to the line here, between friendship and something more.
“See what?” Donnie doesn’t pull away from Jed’s touch, and Jed can’t help remembering how he had cupped Donnie’s jaw when he was passing smoke to him.