Summary: the next morning, Jen has a chat with Moss to see what his side of the story is
Today’s prompt: “We have to be quiet.”
“We have to be quiet.”
Moss gave Jen a strange look. No sooner had he walked into the office that morning, that Jen had grabbed him by the edge of his coat and marched him into her office. He hadn’t even had time to look around the office and say hello to Roy!
“What--” he started to say, but Jen shushed him.
“Roy’s hungover,” she said in the most exaggerated stage-whisper Moss had ever heard, pointing towards the closed door. Giving her a weird look, he went over and peeked through the glass in the door into the office. Roy was sat at his desk, face down, his hands covering his ears. He imagined that he was probably groaning rather softly.
“So?” he said with a shrug, turning back to Jen. “Roy’s hungover all the time.”
“He drank an entire bottle of corner-shop vodka and passed out on my sofa last night,” she replied, deadpan as ever, Moss made a small ah noise, glancing back towards the door. “Look, Moss, I need to tell you something but you cannot tell Roy I told you.”
He bit his lip, anxiety starting to build in the pit of his stomach. That probably meant lying, didn’t it? Oh, hadn’t he proved to Jen that he was rubbish at lying all those years ago when he told everyone she was dead? He started to shake his head and open his mouth to tell her no, keep this to yourself, when she was talking and it was already too late. “I was talking to Roy last night and he told me that he likes you, but he doesn’t know how to tell you and I was worried he was never going to tell you but I thought you had to know because you can’t keep kissing him and thinking nothing is going to happen between the two of you!”
Jen said this very fast and all in one breath. Moss, however, did not hear the majority of it as he had fainted, crumpling to the floor the second he heard the words he likes you.
When he woke up, Jen was hovering over him. She looked worried. He groaned, putting a hand to his head as he slowly sat up.
“Sorry,” he murmured.
“Are you okay?” she asked. He nodded, and she let out a sigh of relief. “Did you hear what I said?”
“A bit,” he said. He glanced up at her, a hopeful look in his eyes. “He... likes me?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed, exasperated. “Oh my God, it is so obvious! How do you not know?”