Tension between friends.

"Have you ever flirted with someone so much that you begin to wonder if the lines have been blurred?" Sky had asked, his tone casual, as though the question was nothing more than a passing thought.

It was the kind of thing Sky would ask—light, teasing, never too serious. But maybe that was how it started, how it all began to spiral.

"Why are you asking?" Collins responded first, his head lifting sharply from his laptop.

They were at Henry's house, gathered in his room like they often did on some lazy days, especially when Henry's mum wanted them to have all the fruits from her stall before they got to their expiry dates.

Henry and Noel were sitting on the floor, locked in an intense video game battle in front of the TV. Sky was perched on the bed, legs folded as he tuned a guitar, his fingers plucking aimlessly. Collins, meanwhile, sat on the small couch with his laptop, the clack of keys halting at Sky's unexpected question.