Who: Cole and Aaron What: An attempt to stop Aaron from running away. Where: 104 When: After this and this. Warnings: Cursing? Notes: Puppies are cute.
Living here, Cole realized, gave a whole new meaning to the word 'stress.' With school, Sam's machine, Jude's death, his completely inappropriate attraction to an eighteen-year-old and now Aaron, he realized how selfish he'd been every time he had complained in the past. Moving here was supposed to be a new beginning, the start of something better, but everything was such a mess that he couldn't figure out whether it was been for better or worse.
Regardless, Aaron was upset and very likely to do something stupid. Adult or not, he couldn't let him take off to who knew where and possibly never be seen again.
After trying to get Aaron to reply over the forums and failing hopelessly, Cole decided to head down to 104 and talk to him face-to-face.
The last thing he expected to hear when he pulled open the door was a bark. Salacia - he was getting used to the cat actually having a name - let out a hiss and glared at the doorway. Frowning, he pulled open the door further and his legs were promptly attacked by a golden ball of fur.
"What--" Cole stumbled backwards, staring down at the puppy that wriggled happily at his feet. "Wuff!" It looked up at him, tongue lolling. He knelt on the floor, laughing as the puppy did everything it could to climb onto his lap. "You're a cute one, but I don't think my cat likes you very much." The puppy turned its attention on Salacia, who let out another fierce hiss.
"Ah, no you don't. Leave Salacia alone." He caught hold of its collar, feeling something like paper under his fingers. A note? What? He pulled it out and scanned it once, then twice; his confusion melting into a frown of understanding. "Damn it, Shiloh, can't you see Aaron needs you?" Sighing, he got to his feet, grabbing the leash and exiting the apartment, pulling the door shut behind him.
"I'm not sure Aaron is going to be too pleased to see you," he told the unnamed dog, tucking the note into his pocket. He decided to take the elevator, since the stairs would be too much of a challenge for the small animal. "Then again, maybe you'll convince him to stay better than I can. What do you think?" A bark was his only response, and he busied himself with trying to figure out what to say as the elevator slowly made its way down to the first floor.
Cole took a deep breath, glanced down at the puppy, and knocked on the door of 104.