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It's been a long night, he worked from the late afternoon until well after one, been bought a couple of drinks by a guy who'd been hanging around (nice suit, expensive watch - Gabe still smells a little of his aftershave) and taken his number with no real intention to call. If it had been another night maybe he'd have just gone home with him but as it was Jakob had said he'd drop by.
With pastrami.
And a little pastrami goes a long way.
This thing with Jakob wasn't a relationship, after that mammoth, colossal, terrible no good fuck up of a mess (that he'd once called a relationship) he'd vowed not to involved himself in a sham like that again. This thing with Jakob was not a relationship. It was just a mutually beneficial situation that would continue until it didn't.
Right?
Fuck. He can feel this getting out of control already. And yet he's walking home a little faster than usual, tired and yet exhilarated, the kind of exhilarated you are when there's someone on the horizon that makes your heart race and your knees a little weak. That's Gabe's problem. Life has made him cynical but by nature he's a hopeless romantic - and so, in the end, what he's become as the two parts of him collide, is a complete and utterly confused mess.
He gets back to The Grand a bit before 2 - and is still dressed in his suit and tie from the bar when there's a knock at the door not long past.