Zane Rosen § Vanyel Ashkevron (ashke) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2014-05-17 21:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | leopold bannon, zane rosen |
Who: Zane and Ban
What: They're better at communication when they just don't talk about it.
Where: Zane's place.
When: After this.
Warnings: Too hot to handle (TM Amy and Heather).
After the way their text messages had gone downhill, Zane was a little surprised that Ban hadn't told him he wouldn't be heading over after his shift after all. Hell, he could still have decided not to and just thought that Zane would be smart enough to figure it out on his own. Since Zane hadn't even bothered to ask when Ban's shift was over, he wouldn't really know until morning came and Ban still wasn't there, if he had changed his mind. Zane didn't think he would, though, not without telling him. Ban didn't seem like that kind of guy. Then again, like he'd pointed out, neither of them really knew the other at all, so he could be.
While he'd waited, he'd made a run to the convenience store down the street for a pack of beer. He was halfway through it, sitting on the couch pretending to watch something on TV. He'd kind of hoped that, if he downed enough of it, he would be tired enough that he would realize he didn't need Ban to help him fall asleep, so he could just hand over the watch and send him on his way. Wasn't going to happen, though, and he kind of hated himself for how much that bothered him. There was an epidemic going on, and he was stressing out about his fucking love life. How self-centered was that? Not that he wasn't stressing out about everybody being sick, too, but shouldn't that be so all-consuming that there wasn't any room for worrying about whether Ban was going to decide that it wasn't worth the time, and about why Zane would mind if he did? Apparently not.
He opened another bottle, frowning at it a little. Wasn't the beer's fault that it wasn't helping, but it would've been great to have something other than himself to blame for how messed up the whole thing was.