theravensthetic:

[…] Orla wasn’t wrong, of course. But what she didn’t realize about Blue and
her boys was that they were all in love with one another. She was no less obsessed with them than they
were with her, or one another, analyzing every conversation and gesture,
drawing out every joke into a longer and longer running gag, spending each
moment either with one another or thinking about when next they would be with
one another. Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship
that wasn’t all-encompassing, that wasn’t blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening.
It was just that now that she’d had this kind, she didn’t want the other.