This is a little coda to “The Presidential Suite”. Conversations need to be had. And there’s one thing Patrick needs.
It’s been a few hours since he left to see Alexis, her text of crying emojis and turtles somehow making sense to David and sending him out the door with a quick kiss and a promise to explain everything when he returns.
Relief had washed over him as soon as the door had shut, quickly followed by guilt, guilt at being relieved that the conversation he knows they need to have found another excuse to be pushed farther down the road. It’s already been pushed too far. He’s been pushed too far. And he knows he shoulders a lot of the blame for being too passive aggressive, for not communicating sooner about the little things that have been bothering him with how their wedding is being planned. He’s let his voice get lost and now it’s coming out in sharp words and frustrated tones.
He hates being mad at David. It’s the absolute worst feeling in the world. And as he’s sat here, waiting for him to return, he’s finally worked up the courage to do whatever it takes to fix things. He just needs to find the right words so he doesn’t trample all over David’s dreams.
His jaw clenches at the sound of David’s key in the lock and he pushes himself up from the couch, wanting to meet him with a hug. It’s more that a want, really, it’s a need. He needs their shared touch to ground him, center things back to what’s important so he doesn’t somehow manage to fuck things up further.
Patrick halts a few steps away when he sees David’s face. He’s absolutely crestfallen and his eyes are red-rimmed from crying, causing Patrick’s heart to clench painfully in his chest. Before he can find his voice to ask what’s wrong, David stumbles forward and practically folds himself around Patrick’s body. An unsteady breath escapes Patrick’s nose as his arms find a way to pull David in even closer, wanting desperately to absorb some of the pain from David’s body.
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