InsaneJournal

To say Richard was nervous was an understatement. When Wrath had told him that Alexander wanted to talk, he had felt a mixture of relief and terror. It meant his ex-husband wanted to see him, but it also meant he had to do the talking part. He had to explain why he had run. How the hell was he supposed to do that?

He had spent the morning driving George absolutely crazy. He had insisted on attending mass, and George had gone with him. He had been fidgety and restless the entire time, and it hadn't stopped when they had arrived back to George's place. By noon, he was fairly sure his best friend was ready to murder him and he was glad when Wrath showed up and told him it was time. She also told him to 'calm his fucking tits' which at least snapped him out of it a little. And it had made George laugh, which was always nice to see.

But now he was sitting in a park at a picnic table, bundled into a winter coat, and feeling like an absolute idiot. "What if I fuck it up?" he hissed to Wrath.

"I mean. More than you already fucked everything up? Don't think it's possible, there Richard." Which was Wrath's way of being supportive, and it did make Richard smile.

"Well. Good point," he said, tapping his fingers against the wood of the table. Oh god, he wished the ground would swallow him up.