Who: Fabian and Rufus Where: The pub When: Late Thursday Night What: In dire need of a drink Rating: Not all that high. Surely. Though Fabian swears like a sailor. Status: In progress
It was just that Gideon was so young.
Okay, so everybody who was suddenly young was so young. But Gideon was young, and optimistic, in ways Fabian hadn't noticed were missing until they were all back and all at once. When they'd aged together, when it had been war and death and fighting the good fight for too fucking long, it wore at them. Of course it did. Not that they talked about it, because bemoaning it wouldn't have helped any. But it was a jarring reminder of the way they used to be, of the way Gideon used to be.
And Fabian had been left to wonder if it wasn't so bad, that Gideon was suddenly so young again.
Except they weren't supposed to be like this. A few months had been on thing, had been negligible, had slipped beneath Fabian's notice after a while. But now, now it was weird to look at Gideon and see their past. Not that it felt so far away. After all, he remembered himself, he remembered the two of them when they were 16. Devious little things. And not the least bit innocent. But they were Fabian and Gideon Prewett. It was always different when it was yourself.
He was sort of trying to not think about Rufus, who even though he was technically older than Gideon still seemed younger. In the present years, anyway. Well, the new-present, anyway. Whatever. Rufus has always been older. That was just the way it was. So the idea of him being a lot younger was a little jarring. Gideon had always been just a teensy bit younger than Fabian. It was just--
The whole thing was just fucking nuts. More nuts than usual. So Fabian sat down at the bar, signaling the bartender for a proper dose of gin.