Photo: the Lion's Gate of Mycenae.

POV: NOEL

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It was quiet on the way to the airport. Only at the front of the bus Noel heard some sounds, from weird boys who were not tired for some reason and were gaming together. Noel was tired as fuck from these nights of haunting hotels and the conversation of last night, so he was glad to be able to get some sleep.

Gideon's head was resting on his shoulder, he was fast asleep already. So was Dante, on the last row, which was behind them. He was all curled up, like an embryo, as he rested against the back of the chair sideways. 

Noel was half-asleep, with his eyes closed, Gideon's body was warm but he missed Dante as well.

Dante couldn't choose.

Noel couldn't choose either.

And Gideon?

No one knew what Gideon thought. That was the way it had been since forever. Gideon talked a lot, but no one ever knew whether he was serious or not. He flirted with Dante, but grabbed Noel's pinky finger. That uncomfortable Tuesday Gideon had looked at Dante, right?

Dante had taken a great risk by confronting the both of them and basically exposing his feelings for them.

But what was Noel supposed to do?

That he was apparently gay, was bad enough already. But for Gideon AND Dante?

He needed time to think.

And he needed to know Gideon's stance.

After Dante's confession and the silence following it, Gideon had sat up. 'Sleepover at mine next Friday?'

'I'm free.' Dante had said.

'I will have to check.' Noel yet had to check whether he'd be okay if he came.

But now, now he feels strange. He suddenly feels the overwhelming desire to hold both Gideon's and Dante's hand. But everything in his head is a mess. Now what he had wished for had come true, they looked at him. At least, Dante did. Did Gideon? His head was on Noel's shoulder, his pinky finger locked with Noel's, but Noel didn't know.

"Maybe next week Friday I will know."

Maybe next week Friday he would know if he dared to be looked at.