It's funny how things change. When they were both younger, he was the one who took charge of things. After all, he'd always played the blonde, gregarious, and boisterous top dog to his friend's shy, quiet, more subdued wallflower. Still, they were inseparable. But then through the years, their dynamic began to shift. The lingering glances, the subtle nods. The convivial slaps on the back that started to linger into something more meaningful. Before he realized it, their camaraderie had taken a complete 180, and nothing was the same. Or maybe it was always there, and he just hadn't known it. Either way, he couldn't deny that things were different now...