Faraway, But So Close (Adam/Kris, misc pairings) Rated: R
Title: Faraway, But So Close (Chapter Ten)
Author: xrazorbladesky and georgeegurl
Pairings/Character(s): Adam/Kris, Adam/Gabriel, Kris/Tommy mentions of Kris/Brad, Brad/Cassidy.
Warnings:Domestic violence, self-injury, character death(main character), suicide, Supernatural beings, major depression, alcoholism.(Highlight to read)
Rating: R
Words: 2,763
Summary: Kris wakes up at Brad's house the night after the concert.
Notes: Please read with care! Some warnings happen off-screen, but it doesn’t hurt to warn for them anyways
April 2nd, 2016
“Owwww,” Tommy said, his hand going to his head as he was being supported by Brad. Gotta love being drunk. It had to be the best feeling in the world. It kind of made him feel...awesome. On top of the fucking world. At least his mind was still cloudy and he felt amazing. Brad’s hands were tightly on his side.
“Calm your damn horses. We’re almost to the car.”
“You’re - you’re hurting me!”
“Oh stop being a little baby. I’m not hurting you.”
Tommy started to laugh. “Babies are nice! But.... but.... but guess what!”
“You’re drunk off of your ass and so is Kris? But Kris seems to be taking it so much better than you are. Kris is a quiet drunk.”
“You didn’t guess what.”
“What, Tommy?”
“Maaaybe I shouldn’t tell you! Do you really want to know? Do you?”
“Why don’t you just tell me. Stop fucking around.”
He laughed even more before leaning over to put his mouth next to Brad’s ear. “I fucked him too! I fucked him hard and he fucked me just as hard!”
Brad dropped Tommy onto the pavement and the other man made a loud whine of protest. Tommy did what? He and Kris did what? Fuck, he’s really been getting around.
“You fucker, that hurt!” Tommy said, looking up at Brad. He was spread eagle on the sidewalk. “I don’t have any underwear on! Kris has them.” Tommy sounded a little too happy about that. When he wanted the two to talk to each other, he really didn’t mean this.
Brad bent down and pulled Tommy up to his feet. At this point, he really just wanted to get to the car without anything else happening. Or finding out anything else that he really didn’t want to know.
April 2nd, 2016 part two
Kris woke up on his back with a horrible hangover. What the fuck did he do last night and where was he? This wasn’t his room, his room didn’t have purple walls. Hopefully it was a bad dream. If he went back to sleep, he would wake up in his nice warm bed with Lux sleeping with him....
“Good morning, Kristopher!” That horrible voice rang out. Oh god, he was in Brad’s house. And then he remembered Brad and Cassidy coming to his house the night before. The skirt, the concert, and Tommy. Fucking Tommy. Well, shit.
The lids of his eyes closed again. His head pierced with a headache. Thinking about even opening his eyes seemed impossible. There was no way. Maybe if he ignored him he’d go away. Then the voice ran out again and he just knew that he wasn’t going away. What did he expect? It was Brad. “Hello, Kristopher.”
Kris sighed, opening up one eyelid. “What am I doing here?”
“I told you to talk to Tommy, not fuck him. That I didn’t give you permission for. Totally a bad idea.”
Who was Brad to tell him what to do? Permission? When did he need permission from Brad to do anything? His eye closed back down and he rolled over. But still he could feel Brad’s eyes on him. He could always feel his eyes. It wasn’t like he was going to actually confirm what he was saying. It wasn’t Brad’s business to know anything. “Oh shut up, Brad. I have a beating headache that - “
“That’s your own damn fault. You decided to get drunk. Both you and Tommy did. What else have you be - “
“I don’t care. Go ask him if you care all that much. I’m going to hide under the blankets. It’s nice and dark under there.” Kris pulled the blankets over his head. But it didn’t last long. They were being pulled off of him. “Seriously, what do you fucking want?”
“Besides the fact that you’re in my house being a little bitch, and I would just love to throw you out right now, I would love to know what’s going through that stupid little head of yours. How could you do that to Tommy?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Kris said sarcastically, pulling himself up. His bones ached and the lights made his head spin. “I’m sorry that he’s so fucking out of shape, but for some reason, he doesn’t say no. He enjoyed it, I enjoyed it, there’s nothing wrong. Now, if you would kindly back the fuck out of my sex life.”
“Your sex life became my problem when you slept with both me and Tommy.”
Kris snorted and he regretted that as his head pounded. “Then I guess you’re going to have to being that you were in a lot of people’s sex lives. Do you even know all their names?”
Brad stood there, and he looked like he was about to attack Kris. “You know, never fucking mind, it doesn’t look I’m ever going to get through to you.” He backed out of the room and slammed the door as hard as he could. If Tommy wasn’t up before, he was now.
March 10th, 2013
Adam swayed back and forth on a dance floor. Eyes closed, arms hugging himself. Kris had taken Adam out and they had ended up in a bar. Kris only had that one beer. He never really did go over one beer. There was something about being drunk that he hated. Maybe it was that he didn’t feel well afterward and he hated being sick.
Adam had a little more than that one beer. And Kris let him. He seemed a little care free when he cut loose. It was kind of funny the way Adam was when he was tipsy or even drunk. There was a memory of his from being on tour where they all decided to have fun on one of their days off. That didn’t happen often, they had back to back concerts that summer. Kris offended wondered how they made it through without collapsing on stage. The tour had been great trial run for the real thing, though.
Adam was leaving in just a few days for his second world tour. He’d be starting in California and making his way around the world. Kris probably wouldn’t see him for another year, and no one else would either besides Gabriel and his parents. Adam would be stopping in Finland, so he’d see Sauli along the way, but that was about it as far as his friends went. Unless he ran into Allison, who was teaching music to kids in Africa. But he doubted Adam would see her.
Kris couldn’t imagine being gone from his family that long - he hadn’t really toured the world fully and Katy flew to see him a lot. His band was also like family, sure Adam’s was too, but Tommy drinking most of the time it had to be stressful on all of them. Who’s to say he wasn’t drunk on stage as well? It wouldn’t surprise Kris if he had been. Tommy was the type that would probably be drunk most of the time when they were on stage.
Adam was a...strange drunk. It was rare that he got drunk. But when he did he was kind of out there. Like really out of there.
“Kris! Kris!” Adam called from the dance floor, how words slurred. His hands had motioned for Kris to come over. Anyone who knew Kris, knew that he was a horrible dancer. He had two left feet and really wasn’t coordinated. There was no way that Kris would think about going on that dance floor. He got plenty of laughs just standing there watching Adam dance alone. He was just going crazy - all over the place. Drunk Adam was nothing like the real Adam. And Kris found that to be kind of...refreshing. Real Adam was starting to act pretty weird but Drunk Adam was acting - well still weird. But there was some fun mixed into it. “Kris!”
Kris shook his head, a gentle smile coming to his lips. “I’m fine.”
Adam snaked himself over to him. His body moving like he’d always moved on stage. Seductively. It moved down and then slowly up. And geez. Kris kind of wished that he was Gabriel. He had to be the luckiest man ever to have Adam Lambert as a boyfriend.
He took his hand and jerked slightly on his arm. “Please dance! I want to dance! Will you dance? Whooo! This is the best day ever. Kris! Kris! Guess what?!”
“What?” Kris had to laugh.
“I love you! Kris, I love you!” He was laughing and hardly being able to stand. Kris stood staring at him, not knowing what to say. Adam really was going to hate himself in the morning. Not just because of the headache, but if he remembered saying these things.
Adam’s eyes light up as he looked past Kris. When he pulled away from Kris’ grasp, he went over to the bar and leaned over it. His hands went to pull the bartender in and just like that, his lips met his and his tongue pushed it’s way into his mouth.
“The next round is on me!” Adam said happily when he pulled away and the bartender stared at him. Kris’ mouth fell open, and he watched a large man walk over to Adam, putting his hand on Adam’s shoulder. “Hi big guy! You know, you look like my boyfriend. He’s strong, very strong. Would you like to dance? He can’t find out though, he’d get really mad.”
The man shook his head and started to lead Adam toward the door of the bar. He had that bar’s name on the back of his shirt. Oh, he was kicking Adam out. Kris sighed, and bolted after him. He really didn’t want Adam stumbling around on the street by himself. He could just see the headlines in the morning, Adam Lambert found drunk on city streets days before he leaves for world wide tour! Yeah, that would just great.
Adam was leaning against the wall outside of the bar, laughing when Kris came outside. “I guess they didn’t want free drinks.” He said dumbly. “Well, to the next bar we go!”
April 2nd, 2016 Two
Maybe what they said was true. You needed to make your escape while you could. Having all of those beers had given him such a headache. Just moving made it hurt more. Brad didn’t make it better. Going around slamming doors and just being moody. It must be that time of that month. Around noon he had moved out of bed, his head spinning in the process. After some aspirin he’d be good to get home. Fuck. He didn’t drive. That just meant unless he wanted to walk a good five or so miles, he was stuck there. At Brad’s. That wasn’t something to look forward to.
Kris pushed himself to go into the kitchen. The lights were turned on. They were quite bright, making him shield his eyes with a little moan.
“Oh, suck it up.” He heard as he walked over to the counter. “You’re being a fucking baby.”
“Where’s the - “
“Here,” he felt a hand move something into his. They were circular. Pills. “That will help you with the headache you’re having. You’re not much of a drinker. Kind of surprised me.”
“I barely drink.”
“Which is the surprising part,” Cassidy gave a little laugh. “Just take them and things should be a little better.”
“A little?”
“Okay. They’re not going to work right away. But...”
It wasn’t like Kris hadn’t been drunk before. There was high school. He used to sneak them into his room and he and Katy would have a little party of their own. It made them extra giddy. And he hated to say it, but that was how he and Katy had their first time. When they were drunk and acting stupid, not after they got married, how they had promised. “But...”
“But they will work. You’ll be okay.”
Brad laughed. “Sure. He’ll be alright. Fucking Tommy is alright. Just like he’s alright about Adam dying. He’ll be alright.”
Kris had the pills up to his mouth and growled. He fist clenched, and he stared straight at Brad. “Can’t you leave that alone?”
“Oh yeah sure, I’ll leave it alone.” Brad rolled his eyes, “Maybe if you would stop acting so stupid. I mean, we’ve all fucked in a public bathroom. Me probably more than anyone in this room, but at a concert? With all that security? You could have been arrested!”
“Right, like you totally care.” Kris said and Cassidy handed him a glass of water quietly. “Thank you.”
“About you? No, not really. But they would have arrested both of you. And then Cass and I would have had to bail you out. Think about it, the press would have a fucking field day with that. The American Idol in jail for messing around with Adam Lambert’s guitarist. Might as well admit you were in love with Adam.”
Kris glared and Cassidy looked very uncomfortable. He didn’t mean to say it, but he just sort of blurted it out, “I can’t believe you’re in love with someone like him, Cassidy.”
Cassidy’s jaw dropped and Kris knew just then he had said something wrong. But before he could even say something they heard a yawn. When they looked they saw Tommy stretching his arms up, his hair going in all different directions. “Uh...What?” he asked.
After a moment, Brad stood up from the table. The chair made a little screeching noise when it was pushed back. He made his way over to Tommy and it made both Kris and Cassidy pay attention to what he was doing. When he got closer, he stopped. Right in front of Tommy. A small smile came to his lips as he let his arm tangle around the taller man’s neck. Then just like that, his lips were crashing against Tommy’s.
Their eyes were glued. What the fuck. The kiss wasn’t just one of those simple pecks on the lips it was more like a really gross sucking of face. Ew. For some weird, crazy reason, neither of them looked away. Brad pushed closer in, his arms moving tighter and Kris swore that he could see Brad’s tongue slip into Tommy’s mouth and just like that Brad went flying back.
Tommy’s hand went to his mouth. Sure, he’s did plenty of french kissing in his lifetime but never had he wanted Brad’s tongue in his mouth. Nor had he ever thought about kissing the man in general. “Whatever the fuck went on here before I came out, keep me the fuck out of it. I want nothing to do with whatever it is.”
Kris let out a little laugh as he turned to Cassidy. This could kind of be fun. If Brad thought that he could just do whatever the fuck he wanted, then why not test out the theory that everyone knew was true. And of course, two could play his stupid game. He turned around to face Cassidy. His hand went to his shirt and he pulled him down to him, meeting his lips.
Cassidy grabbed Kris by the front of his shirt and pushed him away. He looked...hurt. And suddenly Kris didn’t think this was very fun anymore. Cassidy walked out of the kitchen and Kris followed behind him.
“Leave me alone,” He said, heading for the door.
“Cass, I’m sorr -”
“No, you aren’t.” Cassidy turned around, staring at Kris. “Look, I’m sorry that the love of your life passed away. If you haven’t noticed, we all fucking miss him as much as you do. But just because you couldn’t spend your life with him doesn’t mean you have to ruin mine.”
“Cassidy -”
“Don’t. Really, don’t.” He said, turning to finally leave the house. Well, that could have gone a lot better.
Author: xrazorbladesky and georgeegurl
Pairings/Character(s): Adam/Kris, Adam/Gabriel, Kris/Tommy mentions of Kris/Brad, Brad/Cassidy.
Warnings:Domestic violence, self-injury, character death(main character), suicide, Supernatural beings, major depression, alcoholism.(Highlight to read)
Rating: R
Words: 2,763
Summary: Kris wakes up at Brad's house the night after the concert.
Notes: Please read with care! Some warnings happen off-screen, but it doesn’t hurt to warn for them anyways
April 2nd, 2016
“Owwww,” Tommy said, his hand going to his head as he was being supported by Brad. Gotta love being drunk. It had to be the best feeling in the world. It kind of made him feel...awesome. On top of the fucking world. At least his mind was still cloudy and he felt amazing. Brad’s hands were tightly on his side.
“Calm your damn horses. We’re almost to the car.”
“You’re - you’re hurting me!”
“Oh stop being a little baby. I’m not hurting you.”
Tommy started to laugh. “Babies are nice! But.... but.... but guess what!”
“You’re drunk off of your ass and so is Kris? But Kris seems to be taking it so much better than you are. Kris is a quiet drunk.”
“You didn’t guess what.”
“What, Tommy?”
“Maaaybe I shouldn’t tell you! Do you really want to know? Do you?”
“Why don’t you just tell me. Stop fucking around.”
He laughed even more before leaning over to put his mouth next to Brad’s ear. “I fucked him too! I fucked him hard and he fucked me just as hard!”
Brad dropped Tommy onto the pavement and the other man made a loud whine of protest. Tommy did what? He and Kris did what? Fuck, he’s really been getting around.
“You fucker, that hurt!” Tommy said, looking up at Brad. He was spread eagle on the sidewalk. “I don’t have any underwear on! Kris has them.” Tommy sounded a little too happy about that. When he wanted the two to talk to each other, he really didn’t mean this.
Brad bent down and pulled Tommy up to his feet. At this point, he really just wanted to get to the car without anything else happening. Or finding out anything else that he really didn’t want to know.
April 2nd, 2016 part two
Kris woke up on his back with a horrible hangover. What the fuck did he do last night and where was he? This wasn’t his room, his room didn’t have purple walls. Hopefully it was a bad dream. If he went back to sleep, he would wake up in his nice warm bed with Lux sleeping with him....
“Good morning, Kristopher!” That horrible voice rang out. Oh god, he was in Brad’s house. And then he remembered Brad and Cassidy coming to his house the night before. The skirt, the concert, and Tommy. Fucking Tommy. Well, shit.
The lids of his eyes closed again. His head pierced with a headache. Thinking about even opening his eyes seemed impossible. There was no way. Maybe if he ignored him he’d go away. Then the voice ran out again and he just knew that he wasn’t going away. What did he expect? It was Brad. “Hello, Kristopher.”
Kris sighed, opening up one eyelid. “What am I doing here?”
“I told you to talk to Tommy, not fuck him. That I didn’t give you permission for. Totally a bad idea.”
Who was Brad to tell him what to do? Permission? When did he need permission from Brad to do anything? His eye closed back down and he rolled over. But still he could feel Brad’s eyes on him. He could always feel his eyes. It wasn’t like he was going to actually confirm what he was saying. It wasn’t Brad’s business to know anything. “Oh shut up, Brad. I have a beating headache that - “
“That’s your own damn fault. You decided to get drunk. Both you and Tommy did. What else have you be - “
“I don’t care. Go ask him if you care all that much. I’m going to hide under the blankets. It’s nice and dark under there.” Kris pulled the blankets over his head. But it didn’t last long. They were being pulled off of him. “Seriously, what do you fucking want?”
“Besides the fact that you’re in my house being a little bitch, and I would just love to throw you out right now, I would love to know what’s going through that stupid little head of yours. How could you do that to Tommy?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Kris said sarcastically, pulling himself up. His bones ached and the lights made his head spin. “I’m sorry that he’s so fucking out of shape, but for some reason, he doesn’t say no. He enjoyed it, I enjoyed it, there’s nothing wrong. Now, if you would kindly back the fuck out of my sex life.”
“Your sex life became my problem when you slept with both me and Tommy.”
Kris snorted and he regretted that as his head pounded. “Then I guess you’re going to have to being that you were in a lot of people’s sex lives. Do you even know all their names?”
Brad stood there, and he looked like he was about to attack Kris. “You know, never fucking mind, it doesn’t look I’m ever going to get through to you.” He backed out of the room and slammed the door as hard as he could. If Tommy wasn’t up before, he was now.
March 10th, 2013
Adam swayed back and forth on a dance floor. Eyes closed, arms hugging himself. Kris had taken Adam out and they had ended up in a bar. Kris only had that one beer. He never really did go over one beer. There was something about being drunk that he hated. Maybe it was that he didn’t feel well afterward and he hated being sick.
Adam had a little more than that one beer. And Kris let him. He seemed a little care free when he cut loose. It was kind of funny the way Adam was when he was tipsy or even drunk. There was a memory of his from being on tour where they all decided to have fun on one of their days off. That didn’t happen often, they had back to back concerts that summer. Kris offended wondered how they made it through without collapsing on stage. The tour had been great trial run for the real thing, though.
Adam was leaving in just a few days for his second world tour. He’d be starting in California and making his way around the world. Kris probably wouldn’t see him for another year, and no one else would either besides Gabriel and his parents. Adam would be stopping in Finland, so he’d see Sauli along the way, but that was about it as far as his friends went. Unless he ran into Allison, who was teaching music to kids in Africa. But he doubted Adam would see her.
Kris couldn’t imagine being gone from his family that long - he hadn’t really toured the world fully and Katy flew to see him a lot. His band was also like family, sure Adam’s was too, but Tommy drinking most of the time it had to be stressful on all of them. Who’s to say he wasn’t drunk on stage as well? It wouldn’t surprise Kris if he had been. Tommy was the type that would probably be drunk most of the time when they were on stage.
Adam was a...strange drunk. It was rare that he got drunk. But when he did he was kind of out there. Like really out of there.
“Kris! Kris!” Adam called from the dance floor, how words slurred. His hands had motioned for Kris to come over. Anyone who knew Kris, knew that he was a horrible dancer. He had two left feet and really wasn’t coordinated. There was no way that Kris would think about going on that dance floor. He got plenty of laughs just standing there watching Adam dance alone. He was just going crazy - all over the place. Drunk Adam was nothing like the real Adam. And Kris found that to be kind of...refreshing. Real Adam was starting to act pretty weird but Drunk Adam was acting - well still weird. But there was some fun mixed into it. “Kris!”
Kris shook his head, a gentle smile coming to his lips. “I’m fine.”
Adam snaked himself over to him. His body moving like he’d always moved on stage. Seductively. It moved down and then slowly up. And geez. Kris kind of wished that he was Gabriel. He had to be the luckiest man ever to have Adam Lambert as a boyfriend.
He took his hand and jerked slightly on his arm. “Please dance! I want to dance! Will you dance? Whooo! This is the best day ever. Kris! Kris! Guess what?!”
“What?” Kris had to laugh.
“I love you! Kris, I love you!” He was laughing and hardly being able to stand. Kris stood staring at him, not knowing what to say. Adam really was going to hate himself in the morning. Not just because of the headache, but if he remembered saying these things.
Adam’s eyes light up as he looked past Kris. When he pulled away from Kris’ grasp, he went over to the bar and leaned over it. His hands went to pull the bartender in and just like that, his lips met his and his tongue pushed it’s way into his mouth.
“The next round is on me!” Adam said happily when he pulled away and the bartender stared at him. Kris’ mouth fell open, and he watched a large man walk over to Adam, putting his hand on Adam’s shoulder. “Hi big guy! You know, you look like my boyfriend. He’s strong, very strong. Would you like to dance? He can’t find out though, he’d get really mad.”
The man shook his head and started to lead Adam toward the door of the bar. He had that bar’s name on the back of his shirt. Oh, he was kicking Adam out. Kris sighed, and bolted after him. He really didn’t want Adam stumbling around on the street by himself. He could just see the headlines in the morning, Adam Lambert found drunk on city streets days before he leaves for world wide tour! Yeah, that would just great.
Adam was leaning against the wall outside of the bar, laughing when Kris came outside. “I guess they didn’t want free drinks.” He said dumbly. “Well, to the next bar we go!”
April 2nd, 2016 Two
Maybe what they said was true. You needed to make your escape while you could. Having all of those beers had given him such a headache. Just moving made it hurt more. Brad didn’t make it better. Going around slamming doors and just being moody. It must be that time of that month. Around noon he had moved out of bed, his head spinning in the process. After some aspirin he’d be good to get home. Fuck. He didn’t drive. That just meant unless he wanted to walk a good five or so miles, he was stuck there. At Brad’s. That wasn’t something to look forward to.
Kris pushed himself to go into the kitchen. The lights were turned on. They were quite bright, making him shield his eyes with a little moan.
“Oh, suck it up.” He heard as he walked over to the counter. “You’re being a fucking baby.”
“Where’s the - “
“Here,” he felt a hand move something into his. They were circular. Pills. “That will help you with the headache you’re having. You’re not much of a drinker. Kind of surprised me.”
“I barely drink.”
“Which is the surprising part,” Cassidy gave a little laugh. “Just take them and things should be a little better.”
“A little?”
“Okay. They’re not going to work right away. But...”
It wasn’t like Kris hadn’t been drunk before. There was high school. He used to sneak them into his room and he and Katy would have a little party of their own. It made them extra giddy. And he hated to say it, but that was how he and Katy had their first time. When they were drunk and acting stupid, not after they got married, how they had promised. “But...”
“But they will work. You’ll be okay.”
Brad laughed. “Sure. He’ll be alright. Fucking Tommy is alright. Just like he’s alright about Adam dying. He’ll be alright.”
Kris had the pills up to his mouth and growled. He fist clenched, and he stared straight at Brad. “Can’t you leave that alone?”
“Oh yeah sure, I’ll leave it alone.” Brad rolled his eyes, “Maybe if you would stop acting so stupid. I mean, we’ve all fucked in a public bathroom. Me probably more than anyone in this room, but at a concert? With all that security? You could have been arrested!”
“Right, like you totally care.” Kris said and Cassidy handed him a glass of water quietly. “Thank you.”
“About you? No, not really. But they would have arrested both of you. And then Cass and I would have had to bail you out. Think about it, the press would have a fucking field day with that. The American Idol in jail for messing around with Adam Lambert’s guitarist. Might as well admit you were in love with Adam.”
Kris glared and Cassidy looked very uncomfortable. He didn’t mean to say it, but he just sort of blurted it out, “I can’t believe you’re in love with someone like him, Cassidy.”
Cassidy’s jaw dropped and Kris knew just then he had said something wrong. But before he could even say something they heard a yawn. When they looked they saw Tommy stretching his arms up, his hair going in all different directions. “Uh...What?” he asked.
After a moment, Brad stood up from the table. The chair made a little screeching noise when it was pushed back. He made his way over to Tommy and it made both Kris and Cassidy pay attention to what he was doing. When he got closer, he stopped. Right in front of Tommy. A small smile came to his lips as he let his arm tangle around the taller man’s neck. Then just like that, his lips were crashing against Tommy’s.
Their eyes were glued. What the fuck. The kiss wasn’t just one of those simple pecks on the lips it was more like a really gross sucking of face. Ew. For some weird, crazy reason, neither of them looked away. Brad pushed closer in, his arms moving tighter and Kris swore that he could see Brad’s tongue slip into Tommy’s mouth and just like that Brad went flying back.
Tommy’s hand went to his mouth. Sure, he’s did plenty of french kissing in his lifetime but never had he wanted Brad’s tongue in his mouth. Nor had he ever thought about kissing the man in general. “Whatever the fuck went on here before I came out, keep me the fuck out of it. I want nothing to do with whatever it is.”
Kris let out a little laugh as he turned to Cassidy. This could kind of be fun. If Brad thought that he could just do whatever the fuck he wanted, then why not test out the theory that everyone knew was true. And of course, two could play his stupid game. He turned around to face Cassidy. His hand went to his shirt and he pulled him down to him, meeting his lips.
Cassidy grabbed Kris by the front of his shirt and pushed him away. He looked...hurt. And suddenly Kris didn’t think this was very fun anymore. Cassidy walked out of the kitchen and Kris followed behind him.
“Leave me alone,” He said, heading for the door.
“Cass, I’m sorr -”
“No, you aren’t.” Cassidy turned around, staring at Kris. “Look, I’m sorry that the love of your life passed away. If you haven’t noticed, we all fucking miss him as much as you do. But just because you couldn’t spend your life with him doesn’t mean you have to ruin mine.”
“Cassidy -”
“Don’t. Really, don’t.” He said, turning to finally leave the house. Well, that could have gone a lot better.