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Post by László on Feb 21, 2012 20:55:55 GMT -5
He almost called out to him again, actually started to reach out, but let his hand drop, that feeling in his chest getting worse. Utter confusion reigned in his mind, and he didn't know what to think of it. John had wanted this, hadn't he? Yes, yes, all those words about things being special were still there, yet László had been mainly humoring him. Was that why he was acting this way?
"John, say something."
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 21, 2012 21:11:28 GMT -5
"Why?" He turned to him 'You won't hear me if I do will you?"
He grabbed the bridge of his nose and shook his head laughing.
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Post by László on Feb 21, 2012 21:17:00 GMT -5
"What?"
The laughing had an unexpected effect.
He got angry.
"Oh, fine, yeah, doesn't matter what I have to say, does it?" He snapped.
Suddenly filled with a fury that he couldn't quite figure out the source of, he started hastily getting dressed.
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 21, 2012 21:18:53 GMT -5
John stopped moving and watched him "You, you just don't understand me do you?"
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Post by László on Feb 21, 2012 21:23:51 GMT -5
"I don't understand you?"
Exhaling, trying to get himself under control, he finished getting his clothes back on. His hands, he noticed as buttoned up his shirt, were shaking, and he kept making mistakes.
"Dammit." He said softly, to himself.
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 21, 2012 21:29:17 GMT -5
"Fuck" John headed toward the door past Laszlo "fuck."
Grabbing on to the handle he stopped and whispered "It's so hard to love you sometimes."
He opened the door and slammed it behind him.
He didn't know where he would go, but he had to go. He had to think.
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Post by László on Feb 21, 2012 21:32:09 GMT -5
It was only then that it sank in, when John said what he said on the way out.
What he'd said earlier, right before he'd finally taken László.
I love you.
The anger melted away completely, and was replaced by something else.
László fell into the nearest chair and started sobbing.
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 21, 2012 21:42:04 GMT -5
Heading out of the shelter, he was stopped by a woman outside, he gave her a small key to a room and told her where to go and when breakfast was.
She hugged him and headed inside.
John wrapped his arms across his chest and headed down the street, aiming nowhere.
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Post by László on Feb 21, 2012 21:45:20 GMT -5
The flood of tears didn't stop for some time, and eventually he ran out of them and simply sat with his knees drawn up to his chin, arms wrapped around them. He sat that way for several moments, until he realized that he was still in John's room. Bolting to his feet, he ran to his own room and slammed the door, locking it behind him. He didn't want to face anybody right now .
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