RP with seeuincourt | Crashing the dirty weekend... or something like that
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Ethan was willing to concede that he was having a bad day. He had them occasionally, he just didn't ever like to admit the defeat. Today, the ego was going down a couple of notches. He was stressed out of his fucking knob, he didn't feel good, and the migraine seemed to make the height of his company building even more dizzying. He had to get out of there, but he didn't just want to go home to nothing and sit around being alone. He might be a highly successful and wealthy businessman, but he had never been the sort that liked to be alone. He preferred people around him, and when he was feeling more on the fragile side, he wanted his family around him. The only thing was, Sophie really was tied up in her case all day. She had told him that morning she would be unreachable and to leave her messages so she could get them at the end of the day. That was the sole and only reason he hadn't called her as soon as he started feeling like crap. Normally he would let her know, but he didn't want to worry her. She wouldn't focus on her case if he left her a message saying he felt bad, so he just didn't.
It left him with a dilemma, though. Tom would usually be his next port of call. His best mate wasn't foreign to Ethan crashing on him and bitching about whatever was causing him hassles. It was a two-way street. They had always been each others sounding boards. Ethan wasn't able to drive himself, but that's what drivers were for, right? Surrey was only about an hour away. He would give his driver a bonus, and the weekend off. It didn't take much convincing. He sent Sophie a message via her PA that he was going back to Surrey, and to call him when she could. He was still feeling sick, and London afforded basically fuck all fresh air when he got outside. Besides stopping twice to throw up again, he slept the whole drive to his home in the country.
He was now back there, now out of his suit and in casual sweat pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt, feeling a little of the tension melt away just being in the fresh air and in a place he loved. He didn't even think twice before he barged into the guestroom Tom had been sharing with Stuart. If they were fucking, his presence should take care of any raging boners. Tom was there alone, though, sitting on the bed, but dressed and looking like he had been up and about. "Hey," Ethan offered and went over to lie on the bed without waiting for an invitation, yanking a pillow out from behind Tom's back to put over his head. "Lovely day," he added, voice muffled from the pillow.
Ethan was willing to concede that he was having a bad day. He had them occasionally, he just didn't ever like to admit the defeat. Today, the ego was going down a couple of notches. He was stressed out of his fucking knob, he didn't feel good, and the migraine seemed to make the height of his company building even more dizzying. He had to get out of there, but he didn't just want to go home to nothing and sit around being alone. He might be a highly successful and wealthy businessman, but he had never been the sort that liked to be alone. He preferred people around him, and when he was feeling more on the fragile side, he wanted his family around him. The only thing was, Sophie really was tied up in her case all day. She had told him that morning she would be unreachable and to leave her messages so she could get them at the end of the day. That was the sole and only reason he hadn't called her as soon as he started feeling like crap. Normally he would let her know, but he didn't want to worry her. She wouldn't focus on her case if he left her a message saying he felt bad, so he just didn't.
It left him with a dilemma, though. Tom would usually be his next port of call. His best mate wasn't foreign to Ethan crashing on him and bitching about whatever was causing him hassles. It was a two-way street. They had always been each others sounding boards. Ethan wasn't able to drive himself, but that's what drivers were for, right? Surrey was only about an hour away. He would give his driver a bonus, and the weekend off. It didn't take much convincing. He sent Sophie a message via her PA that he was going back to Surrey, and to call him when she could. He was still feeling sick, and London afforded basically fuck all fresh air when he got outside. Besides stopping twice to throw up again, he slept the whole drive to his home in the country.
He was now back there, now out of his suit and in casual sweat pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt, feeling a little of the tension melt away just being in the fresh air and in a place he loved. He didn't even think twice before he barged into the guestroom Tom had been sharing with Stuart. If they were fucking, his presence should take care of any raging boners. Tom was there alone, though, sitting on the bed, but dressed and looking like he had been up and about. "Hey," Ethan offered and went over to lie on the bed without waiting for an invitation, yanking a pillow out from behind Tom's back to put over his head. "Lovely day," he added, voice muffled from the pillow.