Christopher Silas (nojewfrohere) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-11-19 17:34:00 |
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The weekend had gone as well as Silas expected it would. Brandon had been in top fucking form if some of the insults he threw at Silas were anything to go by. Of course, he wasn’t blameless in any of it either, he’d thrown some insults of his own back. By Sunday he wished he hadn’t; they weren’t making things any better. But then, maybe whatever friendship they’d had was beyond salvaging. He didn’t want to think that way, but it had been almost three weeks since Mike’s death, and about as long that they’d been fighting and it wasn’t getting any better. Brandon’s anger at him wasn’t ebbing. If anything it felt like it was getting worse. Things didn’t usually last this long between them. Self-pity wasn’t going to change any of it of either. He knew he was just as much to blame in all of this as Brandon, but it was finally starting to sink in that he’d really lost two of the most important people in his life. Sure, Stone wasn’t dead, but he might as well be with how well they’d been getting along lately. He felt ridiculous for looking forward to lunch with Rae, felt ridiculous for having been as pleased as he’d been to see a message for him when they’d gotten back from Jersey the night before. Knew that none of that thinking was helping. But Rae was one of the few things in his life right now that didn’t suck. One of the few friends he had left and he couldn’t take that for granted. Now all he had to hope was that his mood wasn’t written all over his face. He didn’t want it to somehow affect the afternoon; but he couldn’t bring himself to fake happy either. Knew that Rae would be pissed if he did. He stopped in front of Rae’s door and wrapped on it, bracing an arm against the doorframe as he waited. This would be good, it would clear his head. He hoped. |