He’s more than ready to ream into her- to give her a whole monologue about how fucking rude it was to just up and go silent, and then to just show back up, and to just say ‘sorry, I missed you,’ with nothing else- but her vibes are off.
That doesn’t stop him from pulling his head back, arms still wrapped tight around her- he doesn’t want to let her go, afraid that she’ll just vanish all over again if he does,- and look down at her as though reading a script.
Enter stage left: Tabiitha Date.
Tabiitha would be visibly fine- if it weren’t for the subtlest of clues that Preston can pick up with ease. And he is peeved, and concerned, and generally just upset. Both with her and whatever brought her to this point.
His frown deepens severely, and he breaths heavily through his nose, lips thinning in only the way a white man can- to the point where they’re nearly gone.
And he stands there, for a moment, contemplating. There are a lot of things he wants to do, all at once, here. Be mad at her for abandoning him, be mad at her for generally not confiding in him when something was clearly up when they were each others confidants, be mad at whatever had caused her to get to the point where she was slightly askew and smaller than she should be, offer her nothing but comfort because clearly she went through something rough-
He settles on letting his arms slip from where they were wrapped tightly around her, slipping down to instead grab her hands and start pulling her towards the stage he had just abandoned to sit her down. Unfortunately for you, Tabiitha Date, you’re absolutely right- you do have to talk about this now, and Preston Goodplay is going to keep you hostage until you do. That kind of communication is the least you can offer after ghosting him like that, after all.
He waits until she does sit to speak, arms crossed, voice firm.
“Spill. You look like shit. What the fuck happened? And unless you were fucking kidnapped or some shit- why the ghosting?” It’s almost ironic that a look of hurt ghosts across his face as he brings it up.
He’d give her the benefit of the doubt, for now- but she’s on thin fucking ice. (In a shallow pool of water, he can’t fathom staying upset- staying away from her longer than he’s already been made to,- because that hurts him just as much as her, but still.)
she’s not to fond of that -- the way his arms slip from hers and he pulls back. the hugs over, and it’s time to move onto the next portion of the reunion she ... really wasn’t looking forward to. (and, she missed this. she missed crawling into prestons lap and kissing the corner of his lips, she misses holding him at literally any waking moment and there not being his personal space -- just theirs. but just clutching onto his hands for a moment and dumbly following after him so she can get yelled at would have to be enough, for now. )
tabii smooths her skirt down, sitting and facing the disapproving mother formation that preston has taken on. she deserves this, she knows, but she can’t help the sharp wince that crosses her face as hurt flashes over his.
yikes. this was going to be rough, huh?
“ gee, bitch, thanks. do i at least look like hawt shit, or am i totally fucked? “ she wouldn’t be tabii if she didn’t fire off a bit of snark right back at him, but her smile wobbles off not a second after it’s fitted into place. tabii sighs, tucking a stray hair behind her ear before hand moves back down to dig fresh manicure straight into her arm.
“ at first i was like -- embarrassed, i guess ? i also didn’t wanna like, deal with a supes big freak out. “ translation: i didn’t want you to worry about me. “ it’s like ... not as big of a deal as i made it, for sure. but that’s just me being a dramatic little slut like the ush, i guess ! “
a beat of silence passes, before she decides -- fuck it. might as well go all in so they can get past this and get to the fucking gossiping and catching up and forgiveness portion of the day. ( because he would forgive her, he was preston and she was tabii. they can’t exist without each other for very long without completely and utterly falling apart )
“ so i was like just. mildly homeless for a little bit, i guess. “ her nose scrunches up, tongue poking out for a second distastefully. “ oh, yuck, that’s so fucking gah-ross to say. nasty. i wasn’t some fucking lice ridden like street urchin or anything, i just got like, kicked out for being a flaming dyke is all. “