Adam still kept his distance after that, choosing to communicate mostly by text or video chat. Perpetually scruffed, he’d grown his hair out for a while, a new millennium beatnik look Ben found kind of hot. In the North Greenwich Arena stands to root on his brother, Adam was back to short hair, which made him look more like Richie again.
No notes. No in person chats. Just a cheerleader’s nod from row J, seat 24, that was the only interaction so far. Maybe Adam thought it was better for his brother and Ben that way.
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Richie, as always, was quiet during the stroll to Club Gold. He walked ahead of Ben, maybe not realizing his bigger steps were leaving Ben a few behind. At least Ben got to check out Richie’s butt.