LOVE IS IN THE AIR . or something . standing at the window ( which is in desperate need of a scrub ) , drink in hand , he sees the tides of people flow into the bar across the street . they’ve started the valentine’s day festivities early , offering discounts and naming their drinks after cupid . the few hanging hearts he can see from this angle make him want to vomit but he understands from a business perspective . it’s a chance to increase revenue and if the owner is anything like his father , what on earth is more desirable than a few extra zero’s at the end of the month ?
what’s more disturbing than the increased traffic outside his apartment , however , is how often he finds his mind wandering to what he will be doing on valentine’s day —— with alec . he still gets chills whenever he sees that man . when his phone chimes , he grabs it desperately , hopeful that his name will be the one on the screen . he feels excitement as the day winds down , not because he can retreat to his apartment and pour himself something strong , but because that means he’ll soon be met with the scent of LEATHER . a lovestruck fool , he’s become , and it’s fucking repulsive !
continuing the theme of repulsion , the private investigator lifts his phone to his ear and waits . a smile blooms as the expected voicemails begins to play . ❝ i know you’re a very busy man , but when you have a moment to yourself . . . i want you to listen to this and know that someone is thinking of you . in fact , i’ve been thinking about you all day — quite the ailment , truly , and the pharmacist said there was no over-the-counter treatment for this , so i suppose i’m doomed . . . i hope i’ll see you tonight ? ❞ ending the call with a soft chuckle , he turns his head and glances over at chairman meow . ❝ oh hush , i see the looks you give the cat down the hall . don’t you dare judge me . ❞
the feline bolts at his words . . . a questioning gaze as he tracks him and in an instant he finds himself remarkably dizzy . there’s a surge of nausea and his vision blurs . glass is dropped and shatters , palms pressing into the edge of his desk for support . his final thought as he falls and sees a figure standing above him is that he has meddled into his father’s affairs one too many times and that this is the end .