STATUS: closed event starter for @theromandaniels
LOCATION: charity luncheon banquet hall...'s bathroom
Antonio’s been dodging most questions about his face — oh, yes, had a fun trip down the stairs, no, don’t worry, had an incident with a car door — and save for the people who’d been there to witness the random assault (Clementine) and the people he hadn’t found it pertinent to lie to (Rachel), most people seem to gloss right over the subject, probably thinking they’re sparing Antonio from further embarrassment. Nice of them, he thinks a little tersely, considering most of them are rich assholes who think about themselves more often than not.
He knows this is a good cause — tangentially, he’s aware he’s probably going to have to donate an obscene amount of money to the center to make himself feel better about the real reason he’s here: to find and confront Roman.
Maybe it’s a little pathetic, that it’s only really been two days since he’d last seen or spoken to his friend, but after spending nearly every single hour of every single day together for months, he thinks he’s entitled to being a little pathetic. Never mind that the man had shown up at his house and kissed him, made Antonio rethink everything he’s ever known about fucking intimacy in less than five minutes, and then dipped, nothing but an emotionless ‘no’ as a response to Antonio’s request for him to stay.
Roman Daniels does not get to leave him, too. Antonio won’t let him.
It’s a little hard to find him in a crowd this dense, and even more so when he knows the other man’s probably hiding from him — but it’s after his brief interaction with Rachel that he finally spots him, marching his way into the bathroom, looking as sullen and miserable and fucking handsome as he always does. Even resentful, Antonio can’t help the way his heart squeezes at the sight of him, the ghost of his touch so prevalent it almost feels real. He pushes past some of the crowd, excusing himself in mutters, until he finally reaches the bathroom door and turns the handle.
At first glance, it’s clear there’s no one but Roman in here — good. Antonio lets the door shut behind him, then leans against it to prevent his friend access to an exit. Without looking, he scours for the manual lock with his hand until he feels it, then turns it over to lock the door completely. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stares at Roman for a second, before he finally decides his friend isn’t going to say a fucking word — leaving him to pick up the slack. “So that’s it? You’re gonna — what?” He raises an eyebrow. “Avoid me until you forget you ever kissed me?”
