Who: Rory and Gio What: It's Saturday, Gio is moping around at home yet again, and Rory wants to get to the bottom of Gio's continual bad mood for the past week and a half. When: Saturday, July 2; evening Where: Rory and Gio's apartment Rating:Low?
Only the gentle bubbling from Sam's tank filter filled up the silence in Gio's room that evening as he lounged on his bed with his e-reader propped up on his chest. Learning about how and why certain molecules had an impact on the world's history was enjoyable, and Gio did genuinely enjoy taking time to kick back and lose himself in a good book, but ever since moving out of Calvin's house he'd felt completely restless. He could barely keep his attention on his book without glancing at his currently dark-screened phone on his bedside table. His table, not Calvin's guest room's. It did feel good to be home and sleep in a familiar bed, to see his posters on his blue walls, and wake up to Sam every morning, but ... the way he'd left Calvin's was eating at him. They'd barely spoken since, and Gio knew he was to blame for that because he'd been avoiding Calvin like the plague, but it had been Calvin who got angry first. Thinking that made Gio close his eyes and set his reader down, trying to keep his emotions in check. It just sucked to be at odds with someone he thought of as his surrogate brother. At least everything was okay with Amelia and Rory, but that didn't really make up for being at odds with Calvin.
He'd just have to swallow his pride. Gio looked over at his phone to grab it, keying in his password before navigating to a text to Calvin. The words were easy to type; but sending it wasn't. Gio stared at the text (i'm going to stop by bottega before i come over to feed the fish. want something?) as if that would give him an inkling of whether or not his olive branch was suitable. He knew he was a huge jerk and had been making crappy decisions left and right lately (that was par for the course with him), and even that Calvin had every reason to be mad at him or hate him, but Gio didn't want it to go on anymore.
So he sent the text, and he waited. After a few moments of gazing at his screen, he decided picking up his e-reader and continue to work through his book, hoping it would make the time go faster. But it was even more difficult to focus when he was waiting for an answer, and Gio kept looking at his phone. All that did was make his frustration mount as minutes ticked by without any answer. Calvin always answered him within minutes - sometimes seconds. Even at work.
When his screen did light up and an alert went off, Gio felt his heart try to leap right out of his chest with excitement and fear. It occurred to him that the sound wasn't Calvin's that he'd programmed into his phone, but it didn't stop him from eagerly checking the message ... which was a text from his credit card account reminding him he had to chip away at his balance that month before the 7th or he'd be charged a late fee.
"Ugh, shut up," he said aloud to his phone, offended it had bothered him without good reason (as if the device could help it), and in a fit of anger chucked it at the wall beside the door. If Calvin didn't want to talk to him, he didn't fucking need his phone until he was good and finished reading. He needed to read in peace, right? Right. He'd just read, and he'd enjoy it. Trying to convince himself of that, Gio threw himself back onto his pillows and gripped his electronic reader tight, glaring at the screen unseeingly.