I have a face mask on and goddamn I'm gonna RELAX
This fell into the category of another one of those things Malcolm and Reese just did not tell each other, but often they would think about the other. What they were doing, what they were thinking about, and, of course, them in various states of undress (because they were teenage boys, it would be weird NOT to think of that). And then they would side glance the other one, look away, and repeat. Day after day after day, they never got tired of it.
Everyone else though, they totally did.
It was breakfast, and the table had became an awkward 'cest fest yet again, with Malcolm and Reese SMOOSHED together like their lives depended on it and taking turns gazing at each other. It was annoying. Tedious. Old.
Dewey dropped his spoon in his off-brand cereal.
"So like, are you guys married yet?" He asked, surprising Malcolm and Reese. "Moving out soon? Because I can't take much more of this."