#i will talk about comphet Alex/Arthur all day

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Exhausted

“How are things going with Arthur?” Bree asked nicely.

“Good,” Alex said, unsure why the word was faltering behind her teeth. Because it was, right? “Really good, we’re meeting up later.” Maybe she imagined it, but she could have sworn she saw a flash of pain behind Bree’s eyes. “And it’s going well with Conner?”

“Yeah,” Bree said a little too enthusiastically. “Of course. It’s great, he’s … great.” She couldn’t tell why she felt a slight twinge in her gut. She meant it, right?

Neither of them were lying, not really.

But then why did they feel so exhausted?