Well, that seals it. Eddy peels his way out of the shirt and tosses the soaking wet fabric at the side of Adrian's head in retaliation.

"Merlin?" he asks, brows raised, not completely sidetracked from the topic at hand with stupid rough housing. This was, last Eddy knew, who Armani was interested in. But that was also at the same time he was mooning over Harrison. And Eddy himself was– ehhhhhhhhhhh, suffice to say that was definitely awhile ago. Things could've easily changed.