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[m_pinocchio]

He's had a fucking year. A year to think. To brood. To try to reach out, again and again, and each time Neil's felt a little further away from him, until finally--somewhere in between the fifth letter (barely answered) and the seventh (not answered at all)--he had let it go. Let the silence descend

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[little_moons]

I'm dozing, passed out face first on my bed when a heavy knock echos through the apartment. I jolt up, nearly hitting my head on the bunk above me, muttering angrily to myself on the way to the door.

It's my fuckin' night off, and to be honest, I was really lookin' forward to catchin' up on my fuckin' sleep, so whatever asshole is banging on my goddamn door better have a damn good reason.

I yank open the door without bothering to put on a shirt, muttering, "Jesus fuck, what?" before I even get a decent look at the guy. Then I just... stand there.

"What the fuck are you doin' here?"

[m_pinocchio]

It's like he's been stabbed. He's been stabbed before, but not badly or deep, and this feels like an ice pick penetrating his sternum. Neil stares and he stares back, and a hundred lightning flashes of emotion strobe through his head.

Then it's the cold anger again. And it flares into colder rage. Because he tried. He tried and it wasn't enough.

"I figured I'd drop by." He slaps a hand against against the door, steps inside before he really has time to think about it. "Have some fun."

[little_moons]

It's been a year. A whole fucking year, and here his is, standing here like he fucking belongs. Spouting out words that I threw at him all that time ago. Words I was convinced he wouldn't even remember. Words I tried to pretend I'd forgotten.

I'd tried to pretend like I'd forgotten him. It almost worked. Almost. Fuck. I should've forgotten him. A goddamn year. What the fuck is he doing here?

What the fuck took him so long?

I take a step back, out of necessity. He practically barrels over me, eyes flashing, and I actually have the fucking brains to be a little nervous. It's not enough, however, to get me to keep my mouth shut.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" It's been a fucking year, you asshole.

[m_pinocchio]

"I'm very fucking serious." He swings his hand, shoves the door closed, and it's only after he does so that he realizes that he was taking a huge chance just in coming here, on Neil still being here. And yet he's not surprised about that either. Nothing about this is very surprising.

Except how angry he is. He hadn't really known until now.

"Just some fun, right? Because that's all it fucking was? How quick did you forget me?" He's been moving forward with every word, step by step, and now he's conscious of looming, fists clenched at his sides, and unable to stop it.

He leans closer, eyes narrowed. "How hard did you have to try before you did?"