"You are a fucking tragedy, Evan Hansen. You literally couldn't be a bigger mess." Jared lifts his head up from where he was laying on his best friend's couch.
Evan looks over at his boyfriend with a raised eyebrow. "And you like that?"
Jared grabs Evan's face and leans in, resting his forehead on Evan's. "I love it."
"Why?" Evan asks, genuinely confused. Wouldn't that be worrying? Being a huge mess?
"Because we match, " Jared whispers, collapsing against Evan and crying. He definitely needed more sleep. Not doing that for a few days made him act like he was drunk.