"Friends," Mickey echoed. It didn't sound entirely sure. But then, he said it again, more definite now, more sure. Friends was good, wasn't it? It'd be like before. Them joking, supporting each other, giving each other a good time. Just like before.
You can never be like before. You'll never be able to forget how gorgeous he is when he comes.
Mickey ignored that. "I'm okay with it," he said. "And, if that happens, I'll be discreet." Mickey reached for Leon's hand. Sid by side, they walked back to the dormitories.