It’s been... months since Vince had spoken to Pax. Seen him? It’s probably been a week. Vince has gone to as many of Pax’s shows as he could but has always been too scared to speak to him. And the longer he left it, the harder it would be to go up to him and strike up a conversation.
So why he is standing outside of Pax’s apartment now, Vin doesn’t quite understand. Things with Imogen have stopped and they keep their relationship purely platonic, co-parenting Sarah the way they should have all along. But he got busy with work and with raising Sarah, and he found his time to speak to Pax had disappeared.
Vince hadn’t meant to ghost the other man. Not really. It was just difficult for him to keep up with so many things. He wondered if Pax would understand.
Turning up at the man’s apartment out of the blue probably wasn’t the best way to go about it either, but he felt like if he tried to text or call first, Paxton would tell him to piss off. Vin wouldn’t blame him for doing that either. He’d probably do the same thing.
Why was this all so damn difficult? And why had he bought a damn bunch of tulips with him like that was going to convince Pax to take him back?
He knocked lightly on the door, almost hoping that it wouldn’t open, but it did. And he stood opposite Paxton, his heart thudding hard in his chest and his throat drying. For a 48 year old man, he was feeling more like a child than ever.
‘Hi--’ he started, not sure what else to say. ‘Please don’t close the door in my face. I just... I want to talk to you.’
