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x_muses2014-10-20 06:56 am
screamslikebanshee) wrote in x_muses2014-10-20 06:56 am
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"Step one, you say, 'We need to talk...'" [with chillfactor]
Sean had been good and mad for a couple of days now. He hadn't even slept in the room he was sharing with Bobby these days the last two nights, instead opting to sleep in one of the unoccupied guest rooms. It was probably the worst fight he and Bobby had ever had, and they hadn't even really fought all that much, aside from when Bobby was drunk. Sean had, instead, locked himself into passive-aggressive bitch mode with a side of silent treatment, and Bobby was pretty much left wondering what had even been said, because Sean wouldn't even tell him that much.
But after another night of sleeping alone, Sean was feeling altogether fed up with it. The words of his friends from the day before were sinking into his mind and heart, and he knew without a doubt that he had to go talk to Bobby -- Bobby, who, at five AM, was probably still asleep, but this couldn't wait anymore. He made his way stealthily down the hall, not wanting to wake any of his teammates, though from the sounds of things as he passed Warren and John's room, some of them were still awake. And when he reached the door to his own room, he balked just a little. But a deep steadying breath was all he allowed himself before he reached out to gently knock on the door, hoping like hell that Bobby wouldn't tell him to go fuck himself.
But after another night of sleeping alone, Sean was feeling altogether fed up with it. The words of his friends from the day before were sinking into his mind and heart, and he knew without a doubt that he had to go talk to Bobby -- Bobby, who, at five AM, was probably still asleep, but this couldn't wait anymore. He made his way stealthily down the hall, not wanting to wake any of his teammates, though from the sounds of things as he passed Warren and John's room, some of them were still awake. And when he reached the door to his own room, he balked just a little. But a deep steadying breath was all he allowed himself before he reached out to gently knock on the door, hoping like hell that Bobby wouldn't tell him to go fuck himself.