Dale had been talking to Ben when his ears had picked out Patrick saying the word 'kiss'. He didn't know why but suddenly his brain was telling him something was wrong and he excused himself, following his nose and walking towards where Patrick was.
Please, Patrick... No, no, no! Not at some kid's party... he thought desperately. Dale knew he didn't have a tight enough rein on his feelings around Patrick and whilst they'd said they'd explore this jealousy issue, this was hardly a controlled environment.
Spotting Dylan and Patrick kissing, Dale saw red.
It didn't take more than two seconds for Dale to push himself through the crowd and yank Dylan back away from Patrick by his robes, his free hand tightly clenched into a fist.
He forced himself to speak, rationalising that somebody was going to notice if he hit his house mate across the room. He really, really wanted to though. "Are you both stupid?" he hissed, his jaw clenched in anger. "This is somebody's fucking party."