Colin (Ford) Murphy ✖ Dick Grayson (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} formerrobin) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} thereincarnates,@ 2010-09-16 09:03:00 |
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What: Depressed Colin is depressed. Juliet makes it better...
Where: Their flat in London.
When: Thursday evening, September 16 2010
Warnings: Hnnnnnggggg. (R-rated)
It had been three days. Three days and Colin felt like he was literally dying. He still wasn't sure what had happened, all he knew was that Owen had left him. Cheated on him, actually, but the only person that knew that little detail currently was Juliet. Colin didn't have the strength to tell anyone else, not right now. After the insanity of the weekend with Jen and Josh getting attacked in M-Town and Abigail Roth getting kidnapped, Colin had gone over to Owen's on Monday like it was just any other normal day. Only it wasn't. He'd arrived to find a piss drunk Owen, which sadly wasn't entirely a surprise to him at this point. It was no secret to Colin that his boyfriend had a drinking problem, but in the last month or so it'd really kicked up a few notches. Colin had been worried about him, but he hadn't said anything. Every time he brought it up it would send Owen into his goddamn mental corner and it was like pulling teeth trying to drag him back out.
Colin had gone to Owen's that day looking forward to spending time with his boyfriend and instead, his boyfriend had broken his heart. Said he'd met someone at one of REDO's shows and one thing had led to another at an after party. Honestly Colin couldn't recall much else of the conversation. He'd hit rock bottom so fast that he'd barely registered the next twenty minutes of shouting they'd done at each other before Colin finally stormed out and Owen hadn't come after him, didn't even try to shout after him. And that was it. It had ended between them right then and there. There wasn't a part of him that didn't hurt right now, for the most part he felt like he could barely breathe. Owen had had his issues, but Colin loved him. Sure, Owen had been the first guy he'd ever been with and Colin hadn't known anything else prior to him, but that didn't matter. He knew he could have stayed with Owen for the rest of his life and been perfectly happy.
He'd spent the last three days in a semi-drunken stupor. True to her word Juliet had come home that same night with booze and an unlimited amount of sympathy. Colin really didn't know what he'd do without her, she was the best friend a guy could ever ask for. They hadn't done much else since then, except lounge on the couch together, drink and bitch. It's what they were best at after all, and he had to admit he really loved that about them. They were such home bodies. Maybe Colin didn't need a guy. Maybe all he needed was Juliet in his life to make things good again. He could almost convince himself of that but every time his thoughts drifted back to Owen, a lump rose in his throat and he felt like shit all over again. Today was no different. The only difference was he'd actually showered today, but he'd gotten right back into sweatpants afterward. He was sprawled out on the couch, his face half covered in the hoodie he was wearing over his head and a beer in hand. There was something really stupid on tv, he wasn't sure what it was but it had a romance line so Colin was either going to find the remote to change the channel or break the television screen. One or the other. "Oh come on, can't you see he's lying to you?!" ... Or just scream at it.