"Oh my God," David bursts out as he sinks into a chair. "Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God."
Trent giggles nervously.
Nick rests his head on the table. It bounces a few times before settling.
Jeff calmly picks up his fork and takes a bite of his dessert. "He's mostly okay," the Aussie says quietly.
Nick raises his head and laughs bitterly. The sound is cold and hard, utterly devoid of mirth. He sounds nothing like his usually philosophical, upbeat self. "Don't sugar coat it, Jeff. He almost died."
"W-w-what?" David stammers, blanching. He nearly chokes on a bite of his pillowy meringue. He likes the thought of mortality almost less than the thought of bodily fluids.
Trent fiddles with his fork, and looks longingly at the toaster. "But… the glucagon. It worked."
"After that," Nick says.
"It was fucking scary," Jeff says quietly. "He was all loopy, and then he just fucking seized."
Trent looks startled. David looks slightly nauseous.
"You want to know the worst part?" Nick asks, looking around the table. "You can't repeat this. You can't tell anyone." They nod in agreement. The pact is sworn. "The whole time, I was angry at him. … And at Kevin. … I'm still fucking angry at him. He didn't fucking have to do this… none of it."
Trent comes around and hugs Nick's shoulders. "I don't think he knows what he's doing," the larger boy says.
"But, what if he does?" Nick insists. "What if he's just playing us all?"
David shakes his head. "I don't think so," he says. "He's an ass, but he's not manipulative. If he lies, he's at least consistent in his lies… he doesn't just say what we want to hear. … Not like Andrew." The other four groan. The freshman is starting to wear on everyone's nerves/
"You're not a bad person, Niko." Jeff reassures him. "I was about ready to kill him myself, when he let the ambos go, and then he fainted."
"I still have it out for him, a little bit," Trent says. "He threw up a rainbow on my white shirt."
"You have to be really fabulous to puke up rainbows!" David bursts out laughing.
"I think there were sparkles," Jeff says, quietly. Sure enough, his t-shirt has a few stray pieces of glitter on it. Whether the glitter is from Sebastian's vomit, or Jeff and Cullum's project on the spread of the common cold is less certain.
"That is SO gay!" Nick chimes in.
It's a long time before the boys can control their laughter.