Abigail's forced to make small talk with Sebastian's mom for another thirty minutes, while she waits to hear the familiar click of Sebastian unlocking his bedroom door. She likes Robin, but right now what she'd really like is to find out what happened between Sebastian and Sam in the maze that led to them having an impromptu sleepover.

It's the reason she showed up for their gaming session two hours early.

Of course, if she'd actually known about the sleepover, she would have just ambushed Sebastian outside of Sam's house instead.

The front door opens behind her once again, and Robin waves as someone steps inside the shop. "Hi Sam," Robin chirps. "Sebby's downstairs."

Abigail turns around. Sam looks surprised to see her.

He's wearing a backpack slung over one shoulder, and Sebastian's black hoodie, which is quite the feat, because Abigail can't remember the last time she saw Seb without it. There's definitely something going on between the two of them, and she's about to get to the bottom of it.

Sam's also carrying a jack-o-lantern under one arm, which Abigail ignores, because she's got more important questions on her mind.

"We're going to head downstairs," she says to Robin, who nods in reply. Abigail grabs Sam's arm, and drags him down the stairs, towards Sebastian's bedroom.

"Seb, open up," she says, pounding on his door. "Sam's here."

"I'm changing," he shouts back, from behind the door.

"For thirty minutes?" There's no response from the other side of the door.

Abigail knocks again, and this time the door opens. Sebastian brushes past them, offering an explanation consisting of "coffee," and nothing else.

"What the hell is up with him today?" she asks Sam, as they enter Sebastian's bedroom without him. "He's acting weirder than usual."

Sam shrugs in response, and sets the jack-o-lantern down on Sebastian's desk.

"You're acting weird too, Sam," she continues. "What the fuck happened last night? Why are you wearing Seb's hoodie? And what's with the pumpkin?"

Sam continues to ignore her questions. He's got this dumb smile on his face, though, so Abigail knows something must have happened at their stupid sleepover. Sam hums to himself as he rummages through his backpack instead, pulling out a set of speckled red dice (a birthday gift from Sebastian), and his character sheet.

Abigail's so sick of dealing with these dumb boys, and their equally dumb crushes on each other.

She sighs, and takes a seat at their game table, where Sebastian's already laid out his dice set (black, with the numbers rendered in a fancy white script), miniature wizard figurine (hand-painted, in shades of deep purple), and campaign book. Sam places his warrior figurine (with a much clumsier paint job than hers or Seb's) on the map that's tacked to the table. The last thing he pulls out of his backpack is a can of Joja Cola, which he cracks open, and takes a sip from.

"Really, Sam?" she says, with raised brows. "It's not even noon yet."

"Didn't get much sleep last night," he replies, and the stupid grin he's giving her only gets larger.

Sebastian finally returns, coffee in hand. "Where's my coffee, asshole?" Abigail asks, as Sebastian takes a sip from his mug. "Does your mother know you treat your guests like this?"

"Fuck off. You ambush me at my house-"

"Ambush you? We all agreed to meet up here for Solarian Chronicles."

"-Two hours from now." Sebastian frowns.

"Sam's here early," she points out. "I don't hear you complaining about him."

"Whatever." Sebastian sighs. "I guess we can start early." He joins them at the table, taking a seat next to Sam. "Dude. That's disgusting," he says, as he sets his coffee down next to Sam's drink. "Joja Cola this early in the morning? I would've made you coffee if you asked."

Sam shrugs, and grins at Abigail again.

Abigail ignores him, ducking under the table to retrieve her own dice set (in marbled purple), healer figurine, and character sheet from her bag. When she pops her head back up, Sam's giving Sebastian this sappy look, and they've got their fingers twined together, hands resting on the table.

"Um, excuse me, when the fuck did this start?" Abigail interrupts, and the two boys pull apart so fast that Sam almost knocks his can of Joja Cola over. "Are you guys fucking with me?" Sam and Sebastian are silent, staring at her with wide eyes. She points at Sebastian. "You slept over at Sam's house last night. Both of you have been acting weird all morning, and you're wearing each other's clothes. What the ever-loving fuck is going on?"

"Pretty obvious, isn't it?" Sebastian mumbles. His cheeks have turned pink, and he shares a look with Sam, whose face is equally flushed.

"Holy shit. Did you guys-?"

"In the maze," Sam supplies, with a tiny smile.

"You guys had sex in the maze?"

"Woah," Sam says, "I was talking about kissing. We kissed in the maze. Nobody had any sex last night, got it?" He glances at Seb. "I mean, things got a little hot and heavy-"

"Details," Abigail demands. "Now."

"None of your business," Sebastian replies. "We kissed. We're dating. That's it."

Abigail folds her arms over her chest. "Newsflash, idiots: you made it my business when you decided to confide in me, instead of, oh, I don't know, talking to each other about your feelings. I spent weeks listening to you losers go on about how gay you are for each other; you owe me details."

Sebastian rolls his eyes, but Sam decides to oblige her. "Well, um… we kissed. In the maze. And after we went back to my place… you know, to talk," he starts, looking at Sebastian during each pause, like he's asking permission to continue.

"Right," Abigail agrees, smirking. "To talk."

"We did talk," Sam continues, "about our feelings. Like you told us to." He hesitates. "…Then we made out. Just a little."

"Just a little," Abigail repeats, as Sam's face goes bright red. Sebastian's feigning interest in the campaign book, but Abigail can see that his cheeks are also going red.

"We kept our clothes on," Sam adds, "so nothing really happened…"

"I believe you," Abigail says. She doesn't. "So, where'd Seb sleep?"

"In Sam's bed," Sebastian answers, without looking up from the campaign book.

"And where did you sleep?" She grins at Sam.

"…In my bed. With Seb."

Abigail nods. "Naturally. So, was there a pillow barrier? Or did you guys spoon?" Sam blushes harder, which is kind of impressive, considering how red his face was before she'd asked. "You spooned," she says, answering her own question. "That's adorable. I'm guessing you were the little spoon? I can't imagine it was Sebastian; that would ruin his street cred."

"It was Seb," Sam corrects, smirking a little in spite of his red face.

"Sebby's the little spoon!" she squeals. "Sorry to hear about your street cred, Seb. It's not like you had any before, so it's gotta be in the negatives now.

"Shut up," Sebastian mutters. He shakes his head so that his hair falls over his face, managing to cover half of his blush.

Abigail figures that's a sufficient amount of embarrassment for Sebastian to handle at the moment, so she turns her attention back to Sam. "So, how many cold showers did you need to take before you went to bed? I've seen the way you look at him, Sam, I don't believe for a second that you weren't turned on by making out with him."

"I didn't take any," he says, sounding defensive. "I just, you know, took care of... things… while Seb was changing." Abigail's eyes widen, and Sam rushes to add "in the bathroom, Abby! While he was changing in the bathroom!"

Sebastian looks oddly relieved to hear this information, Abigail notices.

"Aww, you guys should have helped each other out," she teases. "Lent each other a hand, if you know what I mean."

"You're a fucking perv, Abby," Sebastian replies. "What, are you planning to get off on this later? Gonna write some erotic friend fiction?"

Abigail rolls her eyes. "Sorry, am I not allowed to be happy for you?"

"Not if you're going to tease us," Sam says. "You don't think we're going to get enough shit from the rest of the town when we come out?"

Abigail wants to point out that their entire friendship is based off teasing each other (as well as stupid pranks, dares, and dick jokes), but she can sense that there's some real, underlying fear to Sam's words, and as much as she enjoys teasing her friends, she's the only one allowed to do it.

"Look, if anybody says anything to either of you, I'll kick their ass myself," she says. "I mean it; I'm really happy for you guys. It took forever for you to get your shit together, but I'm glad you did. I'm not about to let some asshole ruin it for you guys."

"Thanks," Sam replies, giving her a sincere smile.

"Same goes for you, Abby," Sebastian adds. "Unless you were just lying about liking girls to make me feel better… then fuck you."

Abigail laughs. "Yoba, no, I wouldn't lie about something like that, Seb." She hesitates. "I'm probably not going to say anything until I'm actually in a relationship, you know?"

"Don't blame you," Sebastian says. "I'm not looking forward to announcing it, either."

Sam glances over at Sebastian, then reaches for his hand again, lacing their fingers together. "Do you… do you think you could keep this a secret for now?" he asks Abigail. "Until Seb and I are ready to come out?"

"Of course. I'm not an asshole, Sam… that's Seb's job." Sebastian, to her relief, laughs. "Honestly, though? With the way you two act around each other, I'm not sure that you'll need to announce it," Abigail says with a small smile. "Keep giving each other those sappy looks in public, and it'll come to light soon enough."