Gerald was sitting in his car, looking ahead with a blank expression. It had been a few days since he punched Mason, but since he landed a punch to Mason, but Mason's words played in his mind. All this time, he thought he'd hidden it well—his love for Aubrey, buried deep beneath layers of jokes and playful banter. And yet, Mason had known. The whole time. He never confronted him about it, never even gave a hint that he was aware.
It left Gerald feeling... confused. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel. Should he be embarrassed that his feelings had been so obvious? Or should he just accept that Mason had known all along, maybe even understood? He rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a long sigh. None of that mattered now. What mattered was Aubrey.