230 It's not a chain. It's a leash.

Davi protested, but Vice pushed and prodded until he finally relented. Ivo followed the two of them deep into the thick of the crowd.

Vice came to a stop when they could walk no further without elbowing people out of the way.

He turned around and looped his arms around Davi's neck. "Here's good enough." He ran his hands over the back of Davi's head, threading the dark tresses through his fingers. "You shouldn't humour that guy."

"I can't just ignore what he says."

Ivo came up behind Davi and held on to Vice's hips, caging both of them into the circle of his arms. "What's his deal anyway? Is it just because he hates Vice?"

Vice tilted his head to the side to look at Ivo over Davi's shoulder. "Who invited you?"

"Your slutty walk," he said, grinning when it made Vice laugh. He let go of Davi's hair and reached out towards Ivo who nuzzled his palm with a sigh.