Page 25 of End Game

He stops walking for a second as he takes us all in.

Ronan and Griffin stare at each other for several seconds, apparently conducting an entire fucking conversation through microscopic eyebrow movements.

Griffin finally nods once at Ronan, and when he walks by to check on Cami, he clasps Ronan’s shoulder—just enough to let him know they’re okay.

The weirdest part of this whole situation is that no one speaks—we just… adjust.

Griffin comes toward her, and I just move.

Like all five of us somehow know the formation changed.

Griffin cups her cheek.

She lasts approximately three seconds under Griffin’s eyes.

Then she’s crying again.

Griffin pulls her closer and kisses her forehead.

She buries her head in his chest and cries more.

It’s different this time.

With me, it felt like I cracked the door she’d been holding shut.

With Griffin, she just stops holding it altogether.

Micah’s hand finds my back, brushing just enough to let me know he’s there.

And somehow Ronan is now standing there looking like the fifth wheel.

“Well, there’s nothing like pasta at two in the morning to bring a polycule together,” I finally say, breaking the awkward silence.

Cami snorts a small, sad laugh.

Griffin smiles into Cami’s hair. Ronan’s mouth twitches.

“You’re impossible,” Micah whispers to me, but then kisses my shoulder while he’s stirring pasta.

Griffin cups Cami’s face again for a moment before stepping aside as Ronan hands her a box of tissues he grabbed from the other room.

“It’s Dex’s fault I’m crying,” she finally says with a smile.

Pressing a hand to my chest in mock offense. “Just because I bring out the feelings does not mean I caused them, dollface.”

“Still your fault,” she counters.

Cami looks at Ronan and lifts her hand—but stops before touching him.

He gives her the smallest nod.

Annnd, I’m filing that away for later.

Then she hugs him, and he presses a soft kiss to the top of her head.

Again… Bigfoot.

Micah plates pasta for her, but hands it to Griffin.