He raised an eyebrow, for once the sceptical one. "Forgive me if I don't hold my breath," Jude said dryly, trying to stifle a snort. Better laughing at Esteban than looking at Kieran right now, anyway, though he wasn't sure why he was so afraid to - how obvious could it be? Would the truth just be written all over his face?

"And if you're both finished," he declared, determinedly easing the magazine out from under Kieran's hand to flip it closed again (back cover up, he didn't want to have to see himself on it), "can we please talk about something else?"

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