"Ya don't need it."
A typical AJ-comment. Cryptic, but not to the point where he seemed intelligent. However, Chris would never say that to him, because Allen had quite a temper on him.
"But I like it," AJ continued, arms crossing defiantly as Chris looked up.
"You'd think you'd be used to it by now," he muttered, allowing AJ to sit down next to him. AJ laughed, an arm looping around Chris' shoulder in an almost too familiar manner. People didn't care.
"Ya get this serious face when I pretend ta judge. It's hot."
A passing Alex Shelley - no doubt trying to find someone to annoy - coughed, muttering something that sounded like the name 'Paris Hilton', but Chris couldn't be sure. He looked at AJ, smiled at the boy's obvious amusement. He'd figured it out ages ago, but if he was honest, he'd let it go on indefinitely just to see AJ's pleased smile.
"Oh?"
AJ grinned deviously, head dipping to press a flutter of a kiss against the tattooed skin.
"Oh yes."