“It must be hard, pretending you don’t care about what people think”, Simon says after the noise has stopped. His pulse and breath quicken as he realizes that he might have overstepped again. Wille slowly sinks down onto the sofa and lets out a short, humorless laugh. “It is”, he says, without meeting Simon’s gaze. “But if I have to play a role, at least this is one I’ve chosen myself.” He looks tired, the way his shoulders sag. One of his hands comes up to rub over his head. “Who would you be if you didn’t have to play a role?” Simon asks, heart beating in his throat. It feels like he’s walking a precarious line here and he desperately wants to avoid spooking Wille. Amber eyes focus on Simon, incredulity in them yet again, accompanied by something warm and soft. “I don’t know”, Wille says after a while. “That has never really been an option.”

Very evil, he answered, keenly aware of those around him and the presentation up front. This time, he didn’t even bother locking his phone, a new notification coming in within seconds. Simon: This too? Wille: The worst. Why is it that you keep sending me hands? Simon: You tell me.

Wille and Simon get used to life as a couple after the show and experience the mortifying ordeal of seeing themselves on national TV.

Via X.