He couldn't fucking take it anymore.
That poor man had been in the hospital, in and out of comas, struck by lightening, homeless, hurting, putting up with Satan this whole damn time... and the last thing that Zalgo had done was attack him.
He was gonna leave it alone until Adrian got back home and Jeff finished building the flat. He was gonna let Adrian recover before Zalgo stepped in there and stumbled all over himself trying to apologize. He was gonna figure out what the fuck he was gonna say first, but what even could he say? "Hey, sweetie, sorry about when I tried to corrupt you. That was so crazy! I dunno what I was thinking! Haha! Do you wanna go get some new shoes?"
That wasn't gonna fucking work worth shit.
Even so, he found himself standing borderline tearfully before the unfinished flat, staring up at the half-shingled roof. He clutched a note tightly in his hands and gathered all of his courage in one breath before he finally slipped through the door. He'd leave the note on his desk, and it'd be overwith. Adrian'd read it when he got back, mull over it a little bit, and then hopefullly forgive him. It was fine, they'd talked about serious stuff through letters befo--
The god froze to the spot as soon as he recognized movement in the building. Jeff was gone. Everyone else was gone too - they should have been, anyway, because it was fucking late. Wary and confused, he crept toward the open doorway, phasing into the wall and taking a peek through.
What he saw nearly broke his heart.
