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Then, of course, Evan has to ruin everything by talking.
“Um,” he says, looking over Johnny’s head at Stephane. “I really liked your exhibition in St. Petersburg. It was beautiful.”
Stephane sniffs.
“How did you even see it? You were on tour,” Johnny levels eyes at Evan suspiciously.
Evan pinks. “I sort of…downloaded the whole show. Um. Meryl helped, she thinks the Swi-um, Stephane, is prince charming or something, and she made me watch that part twice.”
“Made you,” Stephane echoes icily, reaching out an arm to pull Johnny closer to his side of the seat.
“No, not like that, just-” Evan looks overwhelmed, desparate. Stephane looks mutinous. Clearly, as much as Stephane acknowledged Evan and Johnny’s history and encouraged Johnny to accept that the timing might be a coincidence,
Evan has not been forgiven for failing to mention the whole sex-and-love thing during their where-is-Johnny phone call. And when Stephane wants revenge-well, nobody likes to think about it, not after what happened to Chan after Super Match-Up last year.
“Guys, seriously,” Johnny says, cutting Stephane off before he can reply and wriggling out from under his arm. “Ev--Lysacek, Stephane’s mad because he’s a big bleeding heart and you tricked him with your crying and sounding all pathetic on the phone. I get that you’re trying to be nice, but just, for now, be quiet.” Johnny says with emphasis, taking a breath before continuing. “Stephane, he really was upset and he probably could’ve gotten the info from Tara, too, so leave it be.”
Stephane looks away haughtily, but his eyes are kinder and he pauses for a second, switching to French.
“Es-tu sûr je n'ai pas besoin de faire sa vie un enfer? Je ne suis pas encore fatigué de cette…entreprise..”
Brian chuckles before Johnny finishes translating--Stephane’s more than happy to keep making Evan’s life hell, or something along those lines, and Johnny laughs, too.
Evan turns to stare out the other window, crossing his arms.
“Oui, le laisser tranquille.” Brian answers for Johnny. Let him be. “Notre ami est plus que capable de le faire, oui, Johnny? Et si non, eh bien, je...” Brian doesn’t finish the threat, but he doesn’t really need to, staring back at them from the passenger mirror.
The car rattles over a pothole, shoving them all into each other and making Evgeni mutter a curse in Russian.
Johnny nods. “I’ll handle it.”
Evan looks like he wants to ask handle what, or that he really regrets taking Spanish in high school, or both, but he sets his jaw and doesn’t say another word for the rest of the car ride.
They get to the hotel and into the elevator, headed up to the floor where their rooms are clustered. It’s a small elevator for the five of them and Johnny ends up smushed between Evgeni and Evan. Judging by Evgeni’s look, this is a good thing, so Johnny stands there as a buffer without complaint.
“I must call home,” Stephane says decisively, kissing Johnny’s cheeks and vanishing as they step out of the elevator onto their floor. Evgeni makes a similar excuse, slipping into his suite and flipping open his cell phone to call Yana.
Brian just leans against the wall, watching silently as Johnny swipes the hotel keycard and pushes the door open-and then stops, because Evan’s still in the hallway, just standing there.
“Um,” Evan says, weakly. “I don’t-they didn’t have any rooms open.”
Of course not, Johnny thinks. Fucking perfect.
“Jesus. And I suppose this means we’re sharing,” Johnny says, unable to keep the tone completely friendly, because despite the almost…cordial tone of the morning, Johnny still considers them a million miles from friends.
“Soyez gentil, Johnny,” Brian chides, slipping past Johnny into his own room, apparently reassured enough by their not-conversation to leave Johnny alone with the interloper.
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