Andrew Kirke (dragondrums) wrote in thelaststation, @ 2014-06-29 00:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: andrew, character: oliver, type: log |
Bad Day
Who: Oliver and Andrew
What: Andrew needs comforting, but will he accept it?
When: Saturday evening
Where: Their flat
Rating: SFW?
Status: Ongoing
If it were possible, Andrew's afternoon with his mother had gone even worse than he'd expected. Not only had she been predictably appalled at his news but the exact phrasing of her censure had triggered a wave of long-buried anger, resentment and hurt. Andrew had ended up saying more than he intended, listing grievances he'd only recently realised lay at her door. He had walked out long before dinner, but on apparating back to Hogsmeade had found that though he craved the comfort of Oliver's arms around him, he wasn't ready to talk yet.
Instead, he apparated to a side street near his old London flat and walked until he found the kind of old man pub where there was absolutely no chance of anyone knowing him, the Dragons or anything else Andrew identified with. He drank a bottle of cider slowly, not looking to get drunk but needing time to process. When his feelings finally overwhelmed him, he left half of a second bottle behind him, apparated to Hogsmeade again and walked blindly away from the village. When he reached the Hogwarts side of the lake, he sat and stared over the water, barely registering that he was crying until he wiped his face and found it wet.
The sun was heading for the horizon before he finally stood and headed back home. There were red rims round his eyes and his hair was a mess from his fingers scrubbing through it. He paused outside the door of the flat he and Oliver shared, still daunted by the prospect of having to explain, or having to say anything at all. But if he didn't come home tonight, Oliver would worry, and it wasn't fair to put him through that. So Andrew pushed the door open and coughed, trying to dislodge the tightness in his throat.