Dad in Training | Adrien & Josiah
Roman hadn’t mentioned it, stoic in the way that he became when worry got the better of him, but Josiah knew his lov-fiance. There were certain ticks when he worried, a sharp, short tone that his voice would take with his insistent talking. The pacing had been coupled with more drinking than usual, and when the customary glass or two of vodka become a bottle, Josiah had hustled his fiance into bed where Taline had made herself comfortable on the man, intent to keep him contained to the bed.
With that, Josiah had grabbed a key that he had only recently become familiar with, as well as a duffle filled with a few things of food and a first aid kit, just to be safe. The trek across town had been quick then, but he’d caught himself out of breath, had had to press his inhaler between his teeth with puffing wheezes before he’d even reached the door to his step-son’s apartment building.
The deadbolt clicked out of the way when he slid the key home, but when he tried to push the door open, it caught three inches in. The chain rattled loudly, pulling the door taunt, and he sighed, leaning forward until his head thumped on the harsh surface.
“Adrien? You still alive in there, Killer?”