[for hellion_king] Work Lies Sex Love Fear Hate Friendship
[ooc: Just a note to those who follow Devon. Delving briefly into New York Devon to see what is to come. Warnings for possible NSFW content. This is taking place tonight and Devon still works at Stark Industries. He's just making bad decisions.]
This was a bad, terrible, unfortunate, sorry, doomed from the start and every other synonym under the sun word for what kind of idea this was. The visit to Los Angeles had been one thing and God knows Devon wasn't the picture of perfection but once he had learned of Julian's attachment, he had figured, "Well, that was that."
Of course, it was never that easy.
Turning Julian's question on himself was clever if Devon had to say so himself. It showed how the very legal, though not twenty-five year old teen felt. And that was something that was lacking. Feelings. Honesty. Things that did not have to deal with dirty, dirty, under the covers cheating.
Devon didn't know if he could do this again under the circumstances. He had been on the other end. He had been Julian. It hadn't led to happily ever after. What did he want? What did he even expect?
These questions floated throughout his mind as he cracked his front door and went in the back to put on clothing. He had no idea what time Julian might be by and he had needed to shower. No matter the outcome, he needed to be dressed to even think rationally right now. So, he chose boxers, sweat pants and an old UC Berkeley sweatshirt.
There, clothing. He had clothing on. Looking at himself in the mirror, he replayed the days events in his head. Was this where his day had led? His lonely Summer away in Italy?
To this very moment?
This was a bad, terrible, unfortunate, sorry, doomed from the start and every other synonym under the sun word for what kind of idea this was. The visit to Los Angeles had been one thing and God knows Devon wasn't the picture of perfection but once he had learned of Julian's attachment, he had figured, "Well, that was that."
Of course, it was never that easy.
Turning Julian's question on himself was clever if Devon had to say so himself. It showed how the very legal, though not twenty-five year old teen felt. And that was something that was lacking. Feelings. Honesty. Things that did not have to deal with dirty, dirty, under the covers cheating.
Devon didn't know if he could do this again under the circumstances. He had been on the other end. He had been Julian. It hadn't led to happily ever after. What did he want? What did he even expect?
These questions floated throughout his mind as he cracked his front door and went in the back to put on clothing. He had no idea what time Julian might be by and he had needed to shower. No matter the outcome, he needed to be dressed to even think rationally right now. So, he chose boxers, sweat pants and an old UC Berkeley sweatshirt.
There, clothing. He had clothing on. Looking at himself in the mirror, he replayed the days events in his head. Was this where his day had led? His lonely Summer away in Italy?
To this very moment?