When Jinx really thought about it, it was a little odd.
He'd moved from Manchester following Delilah so many years ago and here in London he'd met so many new people and made a completely new life for himself. After all the women he'd been with since coming to London, in 20-freaking-14 he was back with Tallulah - one of the very first girls he'd dated - and they were on the verge of having a baby and starting a family together. After all the friends he'd made and after Delilah leaving London for years and running away from everything, Jinx had ended up practically living with her now; Delilah, who was almost his oldest friend in the world.
It was weird that all life's turns had led him right back to the people he started off with. He didn't mind though.
"What are you looking at me like that for?" Delilah demanded from where she sat at the kitchen table, flicking through her magazine.
"Nah," Jinx said, waiting for the kettle to boil, "it's nothing. Just thinking what a loser you are."
"Fag," Delilah told him, because goddamn Jinx had the most obvious fond face in the world. And living with Tal, Delilah saw that expression a whole lot from him.
"Telling my baby mama about that crack," Jinx informed her. "Hey Tal!" he called out so that Tal - in the living room - was sure to hear. "Your roommate thinks I'm faggy!"
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