George thinks it's Ron who is in love with him.
Ron thinks it's George the one in love with him.
He is always smiling and asking for me, specifically, when he comes.
When he asks how was my day, he gives me drinks for free when I say it was (just) ok.
He is in love with me, clearly.
So when they meet in Ron's free day, and when both of them are drunk as hell, they say together:
"Are you in love with me?"
They both giggle, even Ron, really.
They are very much out of their normal mind settling. They don't give a fuck, or do they? So they giggle and hop on each other.
"Fuck, you're a self-centered son of a bitch."
Ron chuckles.
He knows he is a self-centered son of a bitch, but it doesn't change the fact that…
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm a bit," he says, leaning into Luz to the point to brush his lips on the pale neck of George Luz.
"Shut up," George replies, shivering, leaning into Ron's shoulder as well and biting at his skin.
And they don't stop, not really.
Everybody at some point finds it kind of gross - although it started sexy, even. They can't finish that shit. Goddamn.
They don't want, though, and Ron doesn't give a fuck, for that not really.