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Chris’ P.O.V

My eyes flick across the length of the dining table, dancing between my two mates with budding worry.

Something was off.

For one, they were both being unusually quiet tonight, barely uttering a few sentences each throughout the length of dinner. That was strange for two reasons, the first being that Mickey was never short of topics to talk about when we finally came back together after each of our long days and secondly, both my mates were always so full of compliments when it came to my cooking, yet not one had uttered a single word tonight.