Gold fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, frustrated.
Silver was perched on the foot of Gold's bed, feet touching the ground. Silver had been ready to leave a long time ago, but Gold had taken his time, insisting that they couldn't be the first ones at the party. Silver knew the real reason Gold didn't want to go was because he was afraid of being found out, but Silver was indifferent to the black-haired boy's internal struggles, and nonchalantly let Gold prance around his problems while keeping a cool exterior.
With their departing time drawing nearer, Gold found that his hands were shaking more than a little. He didn't know why he was so scared about coming out; Silver had never been anything but level-headed towards the whole thing...
But Gold couldn't ignore how scared he felt. His heart was beating faster with every minute that passed, because each one brought him closer to the party that could either end his reputation or prove how loyal his friends were.
"Relax." Silver's voice sounded almost hypnotic to Gold, like the kind of silky-soft voice that could make jumping off a cliff sound like a good idea. Gold stopped messing with his shirt and looked up into Silver's gray eyes, almost charcoal in the miniscule amount of light being filtered through Gold's window.
"You don't have to say anything to anyone at the party. I get what you're feeling. It's normal. We can even pretend to hate each other if that's what you want. But freaking out just makes you look guiltier. So cool it, idiot."
Silver's last remark had been muttered under his breath. It was rude, but Gold had learned long ago that Silver only insulted the people he cared about. It was his peculiar, twisted version of a pep-talk.
"Yeah," Gold went back to his shirt. His heartbeat had slowed while listening to Silver, and he could now do up the buttons up with ease. Silver stopped him from buttoning the top two.
"Looks better." He said in way of explanation. His short sentence told Gold that if they'd been under normal lighting, he could've seen Silver's blush. Gold smiled as they walked out of his room, hand in hand.
"I should head in," Silver whispered almost inaudibly. They had been hiding in the bushes atop of the cliff overhanging Cherrygrove City for ten minutes, watching as many of their friends arrived on the backs of various flying-types.
Gold didn't want Silver to go, because it meant a long wait alone, just wrestling with his inner dialogue. But instead of trying something childish, such as clamping onto Silver's hand and refusing to let go, he released it with a forced smile and a peck on the lips goodbye.
"Have fun. Don't fight with Green too much," Gold joked, and Silver half-smiled even though Gold knew painfully well that Silver had most definitely not found it funny.
Gold watched as Silver held tight onto his Murkrow and fluttered down to Blue's porch, disappearing inside much quicker than Gold would have liked.