Disclaimer: The characters belong to Ngozi. (Well, Kent does. I've heard Jeff might belong to the fandom?)
A/N: Creds to "Daiquiris and Celtic Knots" by Khashana on AO3 for a lot of the underlying concepts about Kent and Jack as exes here. Title from Grace Petrie's song "Technicolor."
Jeff catches Kent Twitter-stalking Eric Bittle.
It's not Kent's finest moment.
"That's the guy Zimmermann kissed, right?" Jeff asks when he catches a glimpse of Kent's phone over Kent's shoulder as Kent repositions himself on the couch. "When the Falcs won the Cup?"
Kent sighs. There was a time when he would have lied about this, but not with Jeff. Not now that they're together. "Yeah," he admits. "I'm sorry."
Jeff raises an eyebrow. "I'm not mad, but if you're apologizing you're probably having some feelings about it. You wanna talk about it?"
Kent runs a hand through his hair, which he knows only aggravated his cowlick. "I guess? I just. This is pathetic, right? Like. I've moved on; Zimms has moved on; it's old news. It's not like I'm waiting around for him. It's not like I'd date him now even if he somehow wanted to. Why do I even care who he's dating now?"
"I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that the answer to that question has something to do with him being your first relationship and something to do with you finding him catatonic in the bathroom the night before the draft. That's a pretty potent combination. You don't have to be ashamed of having some feelings about that."
"Yeah, but it was like eight years ago," Kent insists. "I should be over it right now."
"Not sure there's a recommended time limit on when you should get over your secret first boyfriend overdosing and nearly dying," Jeff replies. "I know you're over him. I'm not worried about that."
Kent smiles at that and takes a second to be grateful for Jeff's many virtues as a boyfriend, with complete lack of jealousy being at the top of the list. "Thanks. It's just. Bittle is, like, obsessed with Beyonce. I cannot picture Zimms with him at all."
"That's probably because you and Zimmermann have both grown and matured and become different people since you were in each other's lives. That's a good thing. Not that there was anything wrong with who you were as teenagers—"
"There definitely was plenty wrong with both of us back then, but thanks," Kent interrupts.
"But you're different people now. And it's good that you've both kept growing and maturing and changing, not because there was something wrong with you but because everyone should always be growing and changing and maturing," Jeff concludes.
Kent closes Twitter, sets down his phone, and shifts again on the couch so he can snuggle up to Jeff. "You're the best, you know that?"
"Mmm, your trophy cabinet would beg to differ," Jeff replies.
"That's not the metric I'm using and you know it," Kent says, nuzzling his head against Jeff's shoulder a little aggressively.
"I know," says Jeff. He kisses the top of Kent's head. "You want to keep talking about Zimmermann and his new boyfriend or are you good now?"
"I'm good now," Kent says.
"Cool," says Jeff, shifting so he can kiss Kent full-on.