They've come to an agreement, of sorts. It seems to be the best solution.
It had seemed like a better idea when they were drunk. Even if it had made him a bit angry, possibly offended. He's still angry.
But he doesn't know what else to do. He doesn't want this to end and if he's not careful-
He shakes the thoughts from his head, suddenly realizing they've arrived at Rayne's apartment. Refusing to look at the man beside him, he directs his attention to the door. They can hear the muted thumps of Rayne training inside, and he wonders in a sadistic sort of way if this will work in their favor.
Angilo doesn't like this. He doesn't like it at all, but he can't see another way.
The idea that Rayne has moved on doesn't even enter his head. What they had, what they still have, damnit, there's no moving on from that. And whatever Rayne sees in Dan (and honestly, what does Rayne see in him?), it's only temporary; and Angilo figures that if he can weather this storm, then it will just prove to Rayne what Angilo has known all along. That this is fate.
Sounds like Rayne is working the heavy bag, and Angilo can imagine it; all that wiry strength, the sleek lines of his back, his shoulders, and maybe he has to stop and toss his sweat-soaked hair back, and yeah...
Dan is staring at the door uselessly. How the hell did he even end up with someone like Rayne? With a sidelong glare at the man beside him, Angilo raises his fist and knocks.
Dan couldn't help but admire the small glimpse of Rayne's lean body he could see through the crack in the door. If they were alone, he'd shove the door open and pull Rayne to him and kiss those frowning lips hard, until neither of them could think of anything else.
Angilo's presence roots him to the spot. He's had a hard enough time admitting to what was going on as it is. He doesn't really look forward to having someone actually witness it.
Still, he knows they have to solve this somehow. He clears his throat, awkwardly, and gestures between himself and Angilo. "We...we've been talking," he says, hoping that the other man will explain it better.
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It had seemed like a better idea when they were drunk. Even if it had made him a bit angry, possibly offended. He's still angry.
But he doesn't know what else to do. He doesn't want this to end and if he's not careful-
He shakes the thoughts from his head, suddenly realizing they've arrived at Rayne's apartment. Refusing to look at the man beside him, he directs his attention to the door. They can hear the muted thumps of Rayne training inside, and he wonders in a sadistic sort of way if this will work in their favor.
God, what is wrong with him?
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The idea that Rayne has moved on doesn't even enter his head. What they had, what they still have, damnit, there's no moving on from that. And whatever Rayne sees in Dan (and honestly, what does Rayne see in him?), it's only temporary; and Angilo figures that if he can weather this storm, then it will just prove to Rayne what Angilo has known all along. That this is fate.
Sounds like Rayne is working the heavy bag, and Angilo can imagine it; all that wiry strength, the sleek lines of his back, his shoulders, and maybe he has to stop and toss his sweat-soaked hair back, and yeah...
Dan is staring at the door uselessly. How the hell did he even end up with someone like Rayne? With a sidelong glare at the man beside him, Angilo raises his fist and knocks.
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Angry.
"Oh, hell no," says Rayne. "Go away."
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Angilo's presence roots him to the spot. He's had a hard enough time admitting to what was going on as it is. He doesn't really look forward to having someone actually witness it.
Still, he knows they have to solve this somehow. He clears his throat, awkwardly, and gestures between himself and Angilo. "We...we've been talking," he says, hoping that the other man will explain it better.
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