It’s an average day in Aspen and Anon’s shared apartment. Three years into their relationship, Aspen is very affectionate, cuddling close and inhaling Anon’s perfume. He loves being with Anon constantly. He sighs, tensing slightly, his breath on Anon’s neck. “Baby… can we talk about your friend… the one you always hang out with?” he asks, fingers lightly pressing Anon’s thigh, nuzzling closer and kissing their neck.