heroes15:Forgiveness.
”I’m going to be going away for a long weekend next month, is that alright with you, Peter?”
Gabriel looked up from his paper when he heard metal hitting glass, and he looked innocently at Peter, who was staring at him now. The words had been said as any other, so the fact that he looked so completely shocked, and hurt even made him tilt his head in confusion.
“You’re what?” he managed to ask after a long moment, and Gabriel couldn’t stop himself from biting his lip in worry.
“Going away. To Vegas. The Star Trek convention?” he replied slowly, hoping that it would jolt the others memory somewhat, because he was sure that he had mentioned it to him before.
“What? Why? When? Why didn’t you tell me about this before?” Peter snapped, the anger obvious in his face and voice, and it took Gabriel by surprise, because he had definitely not been expecting this sort of reaction from him.
“Y-yes I did,” he stuttered and gulped. “Right when we started dating. I told you about it, and you laughed at me. I…I would have gotten you a ticket to go with me, but with the laughing, I just figured that you wouldn’t want to go, and they’re sold out now.”
His voice was shaking by the time he finished as he was watching his lover, and he could see from the way his knuckles went white and his lips thin that he was getting angrier with every word that came from his lips. Finally though he just shut his mouth and pressed his lips together so that a soft whimper wouldn’t escape him. Peter on the other hand just stared at him for a long moment, so long that the silence became almost unbearable for him, but just before he could open his mouth to break it, the other got abruptly up from the table and left the room, leaving him alone and confused where he was sitting, still holding the newspaper in his hands.
“P-Peter!” Gabriel called after him, but it was too late. The front door had slammed and he was gone, and Gabriel had no idea where he was going or when he would be back, and that worried him, as always.
He hadn’t meant to upset him, and had he said that he wanted to come along with him to Vegas, he would have been just fine with that. In fact, he would have preferred that, because then he wouldn’t have to go back to an empty hotel room every night and be alone, because in the end, he hated being alone. He would have bought him a ticket too, if he’d show any interest in actually going along with him, but since he had laughed in his face, he figured that meant that he didn’t care. Now though he wasn’t sure what to think. All he knew was that he had upset Peter by saying that he was leaving, even though it was only for a few days, and now he wanted nothing more than for the other to come back home so he could apologize.
He couldn’t bring himself to go to work that day. He worried that Peter would come back in the time he was gone, and that when he did come home he would either find his things in boxes on the street with the locks changed, or that all of Peter’s things would be gone when he entered the house. Of course, deep down he knew that that was rather unreasonable, but after the way the other had acted after he had simply smiled at someone, he didn’t want to risk it. Peter didn’t come back though, and after trying to call him until his cell phone went dead he slumped into a chair. When night finally came he fell asleep in the chair, hoping that he would wake up if the front door opened.
When he woke up the next morning he found that he was back in the bedroom they shared, but he couldn’t remember moving to it. He shook it off though, thinking that he must have gotten up at some point in the middle of the night and moved to the bedroom in his half sleep, he’d done that before after all, and he could never remember it. All he that mattered to him was that he could feel that Peter wasn’t there in the bed next to him where he belonged. He sighed heavily to himself and rolled onto his side, his eyes going to the clock that was on his bedside table, but to his surprise, the view of it was block by a thick envelope that bore his name.
He sat upright as soon as he recognized the penmanship, even without his glasses on, and grabbed it, tearing it open and dumping the contents out onto his lap. He first picked up the thick folder that had fallen out and opened it, his eyes widening even more and his jaw dropping when he found two, one way tickets to Rome with their names on them. He then went for the note, his heart beating faster as he began to glow with excitement.
I’m sorry that I was such a dick yesterday. I hope that you can forgive me for it. Let’s just go away together and forget about it all.
Peter.
He beamed down at the letter and then turned his attention back to the tickets, but a moment later his heart sank in his chest. The date they left was just two days before he was supposed to go to his convention. A part of him hoped and prayed that Peter had just made a mistake, but in his heart he knew that he hadn’t. He hadn’t missed a convention in years, but this time he knew that he was going to have to, just to make sure that Peter knew that he was the most important thing in his life, and that he would forgive him, no matter what.
Gabriel looked up from his paper when he heard metal hitting glass, and he looked innocently at Peter, who was staring at him now. The words had been said as any other, so the fact that he looked so completely shocked, and hurt even made him tilt his head in confusion.
“You’re what?” he managed to ask after a long moment, and Gabriel couldn’t stop himself from biting his lip in worry.
“Going away. To Vegas. The Star Trek convention?” he replied slowly, hoping that it would jolt the others memory somewhat, because he was sure that he had mentioned it to him before.
“What? Why? When? Why didn’t you tell me about this before?” Peter snapped, the anger obvious in his face and voice, and it took Gabriel by surprise, because he had definitely not been expecting this sort of reaction from him.
“Y-yes I did,” he stuttered and gulped. “Right when we started dating. I told you about it, and you laughed at me. I…I would have gotten you a ticket to go with me, but with the laughing, I just figured that you wouldn’t want to go, and they’re sold out now.”
His voice was shaking by the time he finished as he was watching his lover, and he could see from the way his knuckles went white and his lips thin that he was getting angrier with every word that came from his lips. Finally though he just shut his mouth and pressed his lips together so that a soft whimper wouldn’t escape him. Peter on the other hand just stared at him for a long moment, so long that the silence became almost unbearable for him, but just before he could open his mouth to break it, the other got abruptly up from the table and left the room, leaving him alone and confused where he was sitting, still holding the newspaper in his hands.
“P-Peter!” Gabriel called after him, but it was too late. The front door had slammed and he was gone, and Gabriel had no idea where he was going or when he would be back, and that worried him, as always.
He hadn’t meant to upset him, and had he said that he wanted to come along with him to Vegas, he would have been just fine with that. In fact, he would have preferred that, because then he wouldn’t have to go back to an empty hotel room every night and be alone, because in the end, he hated being alone. He would have bought him a ticket too, if he’d show any interest in actually going along with him, but since he had laughed in his face, he figured that meant that he didn’t care. Now though he wasn’t sure what to think. All he knew was that he had upset Peter by saying that he was leaving, even though it was only for a few days, and now he wanted nothing more than for the other to come back home so he could apologize.
He couldn’t bring himself to go to work that day. He worried that Peter would come back in the time he was gone, and that when he did come home he would either find his things in boxes on the street with the locks changed, or that all of Peter’s things would be gone when he entered the house. Of course, deep down he knew that that was rather unreasonable, but after the way the other had acted after he had simply smiled at someone, he didn’t want to risk it. Peter didn’t come back though, and after trying to call him until his cell phone went dead he slumped into a chair. When night finally came he fell asleep in the chair, hoping that he would wake up if the front door opened.
When he woke up the next morning he found that he was back in the bedroom they shared, but he couldn’t remember moving to it. He shook it off though, thinking that he must have gotten up at some point in the middle of the night and moved to the bedroom in his half sleep, he’d done that before after all, and he could never remember it. All he that mattered to him was that he could feel that Peter wasn’t there in the bed next to him where he belonged. He sighed heavily to himself and rolled onto his side, his eyes going to the clock that was on his bedside table, but to his surprise, the view of it was block by a thick envelope that bore his name.
He sat upright as soon as he recognized the penmanship, even without his glasses on, and grabbed it, tearing it open and dumping the contents out onto his lap. He first picked up the thick folder that had fallen out and opened it, his eyes widening even more and his jaw dropping when he found two, one way tickets to Rome with their names on them. He then went for the note, his heart beating faster as he began to glow with excitement.
I’m sorry that I was such a dick yesterday. I hope that you can forgive me for it. Let’s just go away together and forget about it all.
Peter.
He beamed down at the letter and then turned his attention back to the tickets, but a moment later his heart sank in his chest. The date they left was just two days before he was supposed to go to his convention. A part of him hoped and prayed that Peter had just made a mistake, but in his heart he knew that he hadn’t. He hadn’t missed a convention in years, but this time he knew that he was going to have to, just to make sure that Peter knew that he was the most important thing in his life, and that he would forgive him, no matter what.