Room 101 [Closed to Gene]

[southphillyboy]

He'd been angry when he'd gotten back to the room. Angry and hurt, sick of getting pushed away, every damn time. Oh, sure, there was always a reason, but to Babe, that didn't matter. There would always be a reason, wouldn't there

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[traiteur]

Gene likely took less time than Babe had expected to get back to their room - he'd bolted.

When he opens the door, vaguely out of breath, it occurs to him that he doesn't know what the hell he's gonna say.

[southphillyboy]

That isn't something that Babe has planned on, and he's still got some of his stuff in his arms, caught between the two rooms. Seeing Gene his stomach clenches, and his face falls, turning to dump the rest of it on his bed, not caring what it is.

[traiteur]

He takes several steps into the room, closing the door behind him. "Babe."

[southphillyboy]

Babe, for once, doesn't say anything. Doesn't even turn to look at the other man. Instead he's suddenly interested in folding his shirts, piling them atop each other.