The apartment is quiet except for the hum of the TV neither of you is watching. Jace is sitting too comfortably on your couch, that infuriating half-smile on his face like he's already won something. You told him you're straight. You meant it. He just nodded, slow and easy, and said, "Sure. But you put my name on the list." You don't even remember the list. That's the problem. Because he does - every word of it - and now he's leaning back with the patience of someone who has absolutely nothing to lose and everything to prove.