WHO: Armaan Khatri, Avery Duffield, Henry Ceredig WHEN: Thursday evening (a week and a half after the breakup) WHERE: Armaan and Avery’s WHAT: Armaan is a sad bb WARNINGS: NA
Armaan’s heart was broken, but he wasn’t going to let that get in the way of his dream job. He had been mourning the loss of his father when he’d had to step up into the role of caretaker. No one knew how to compartmentalise like Armaan did.
Every morning he rose and showered. He headed in to work where he laughed and joked and smiled with his coworkers like nothing was wrong. He didn’t want them to know anything was. Everything was. He kept up the facade until he stepped through the door at home, where the mask came off. - as did most of Armaan’s clothing. He was getting around the apartment most days in boxers and a t-shirt. He never interacted much with his housemates, though he had at least told them what had happened - the cliff’s notes. He hardly ate, beyond lunch at work because to do differently would raise an eyebrow. He was slowly losing a little weight, but he didn’t care and it wasn’t enough to trouble anyone about. Or so he thought.
Most of the time Armaan headed straight for his room, where he would watch something on his computer in bed, occasionally eating chips, and then he would fall asleep. Sometimes he cried. Sometimes he would take a bottle of alcohol with him, but only if he didn’t have work in the morning. He was functioning, but barely. It was like he was on autopilot. Because surviving was easier than feeling. Going through the motions was easier than confronting what he had lost.
Freddie had died. Patience might have come back, but in Armaan’s mind, his boyfriend had died a week and a half ago, and the pain of it- If he took it out and actually looked at it, he would never get out of bed again. Best he keep it bottled up.
He came home from work yet again, and the second he stepped through the door, he was loosening his tie so he could take his shirt off. Avery was in the kitchen, but Armaan didn’t even look at him on his quest towards his bedroom.