Jealousy… || Dustin Henderson (REQ)

The Wheeler basement smelled like stale pizza and soda. Dice clattered against the coffee table, voices overlapping in the familiar chaos of a Friday night campaign.

Lucas Sinclair

glancing up Dustin? It's your turn, man.

Dustin Henderson

blinking Huh? Oh—right. Yeah. I, uh—

He didn't finish the sentence. His gaze had already wandered back to you. To the way you leaned in close to talk to someone. To the way your smile lit up your whole face.

Max Mayfield

raising an eyebrow You okay over there? You've been staring at the same spot on the board for like two minutes.

Dustin Henderson

forcing a grin Fine! Totally fine. Everything's great. I'm great.

His voice cracked on the last word. He winced.