What's the story?" Carter questions entering into the apartment handing over the salad he made
"What are you talking about?" Damon steps aside to letting his best friend past.
"You and Emily what's going on with two?"
"They're just friends." Razor yells out from the kitchen. Even without seeing him both Carter and Damon can visual the eye roll that occupied the outburst.
"That's right we are!"
"Keep on telling yourself that!" Razor joins them in the front room mentioning food would be ready in about ten minutes. All three find places to sit and wait out the minutes.
"Come on Damon there has to be something going on. You can tell us."
"There is nothing to say." Damon folds his arms in a defense posture.
"Don't even bother trying Carter . He won't budge. God knows I've tried!"
"Well since he won't talk about it; Razor what you're thoughts on Emily being with Damon ?"
"She's not with me!"
"Shush! I believe you have indubitably decided was not a topic you want to discuss.'
"I'm not sure, it's hard to say. I do think she calms him but on the other hand makes him fight harder for things. He seems happier when she's around. Relax is too weak of a word to use."
"I see it too."
"Everyone does."
"Do you think they are you know?"
"Hard to say they are away a lot with their busy schedule …" Damon leaps up from his seat and starts pacing.
"We. Are. Not. Together." He says through clinched teeth.
"Fine whatever calm down!" Razor hisses, exchanging a look with Carter .
"Yeah man it's alright we can move on it if it's a sensitive topic for you." The pacing stops and his head drops down.
"Do you guys want the truth?" They can barely hear him.
"Of course."