David Ryan ☤ Dean Winchester (lovesomepie) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2018-09-16 18:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | david ryan, finley melville |
Who: David & Finley
What: Confessions & reuniting
Where: Finley's apartment in Los Angeles, CA
When: Sunday, September 16th, 2018
Warnings: Solid porn rating later
David was a mess, and he knew it. He'd been a mess for months now, and he didn't really know how to get right again. He was still having nightmares, yeah, but it wasn't really that anymore. He just felt... off. Not in the same way he felt off right after it'd happened. Back then, he'd been a paranoid mess. Afraid to sleep, afraid to be awake, afraid to go anywhere alone on the off chance that Tony decided to come back and finish what he'd started. The whole experience had fucked up his head royally and also severely shaken his confidence. It was stupid that he'd ever thought of himself as invincible, even Dean wasn't, no matter how many times he had or hadn't died and come back. But, yeah. For awhile, David had been operating under the assumption that nothing too bad could ever really happen to him. Because he had Dean. Because he had... Finley. Tony's little torture show had somehow managed to take all of that from him.
At some point, it did start to dawn on him a little why he still felt so off, why he was still being short with people and generally in a semi-permanent bad mood almost every day of the week while he did little more than just go through the motions. Every day was the same now, even with the recent band upheaval Hunting, practicing, every day was exactly the same. It wasn't about what had happened to him anymore. Was he over his torture session with the reincarnate of Alastair? Hell no. But he'd stopped feeling like he was going to get jumped by demons at every corner he turned awhile ago, so he knew it wasn't about that. It wasn't even about the fact that Hannah had recently dropped a huge bomb on everyone and told him that she was going back to school. That she didn't want to hunt. That she didn't want this life anymore. She didn't want David's life. Honestly, David still hadn't fully processed that conversation and felt like he was still reeling from it a little, but even that... it wasn't about that either.
It was about Finley. They hadn't spoken to each other in almost three months now, and the absence of Finley in his life had gotten harder and harder to ignore every day that passed. It wasn't that he'd never known how much time they used to spend together, but knowing that and openly acknowledging it to himself were two different things. Finley had been a huge part of his life, for three years now. To have something significant like that suddenly ripped away from him, it didn't feel right. And David knew that it was at least partially his fault. The more weeks that passed without hearing from him, the more David replayed their last conversation over and over again in his mind. Less of a conversation, and more of a fight. Yeah, what Finley had said about his mom had hurt, but David had said hurtful things too. Things he wasn't proud of. Things he didn't even know why he'd said in the first place, he'd just been in a bad place, and he'd taken it out on someone he cared about.
He cared about Finley. As crazy a thing as that was to finally admit, David couldn't pretend like that's not what he'd been feeling for a long time now. Finley would probably laugh in his face if David said that to him, but it was true. He wanted to text him. Call him. Show up at his front door and apologize for being such a dick, but David really didn't think that Finley would hear him. When David got a vague text from Juno, Finley's sister, he barely thought twice about that, though. Getting a vague text like 'It's Finley, get here now' sent chills up his spine and when he responded asking what happened and if Finley was okay, all Juno said was 'it's bad'. That was more than enough for David and he didn't hesitate before he was running out the door and taking the MTN to Los Angeles. All he could think about was that something horrible had happened to him and David hadn't been there, the lump in his throat growing larger along with the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach as he took the stairs up to Finley's apartment two at a time and burst unceremoniously through his front door. "Finley?!"