In My Heart It Was So Real [Jacques/Richard]
Jacques had been a resident of Verona for long enough now that he’d stopped thinking of himself strictly as a foreigner. He’d even visited his new office here, settled in like a normal human being, and ordered an espresso this morning without apologizing for his Italian for once. Even more indicative that he was settling in was his seductive urge to call Richard’s house, where he’d slept for over two weeks, home .
from RICHARD: Where the fuck are you, bitchboi? (read)
from JACQUES: I’m on my way home (sent)
He’d sent the text to Richard when he left the office without thinking. On my way home. Because it had taken less than a month for him to start thinking of the house they shared as home, to start looking forward to it when he finished with his day, to have Richard’s schedule memorized to a T, to know what days he took his mysterious beard out on dates--this wasn’t one of them, thank God.
Maybe tonight, they’d actually watch A Clockwork Orange and he’d actually get to do what Richard had promised him he could while they did it. Hopefully Richard wouldn’t be too drunk to stand--that had made Jacques feel moralized enough to not bang his high school sweetheart last time.
“I’m back.” He opened the door and slid through, leaving his bad on the counter and his coat right beside it. ‘Did you need anything?”
