@hellgrasp
The pounding on the door went ignore for as long as he dared. He’d even ignored it when the upstairs neighbors started banging the butt of their broomstick on the floor to add to the casual cacophony, dislodging a fine dusting of disrupted stucco that dredged the television and near everything surrounding it. It was only when he’d gotten calls from three separate neighbors to his cell phone, threatening to tattle to the landlord, did Nyx bother getting up from his threadbare couch and answering the door.
Opening it, but not unlatching it.
There was only one person who had the audacity and outright gall to show up on his door step at that time of night, and his certainties were confirmed the second he cracked open the door as far as the chain would let him. “It’s late, Dante,” Nyx said blandly, glaring a little at his thus-far absent friend. “Go home.”
Dante hadn’t bothered to show his face in near a month, which was far too long a time for it not to be purposeful. Barely a word since he’d taken him home from the hospital. Nyx had wondered i he’d said something, done something to annoy him. Attempts to ask over texts had been curt and curtailed, so he’d given up. It wasn’t until he’d gone out to the Citadel to pick up some paperwork Drautos had for him, had he seen Dante with a new girl. Some cheeky blonde he’d eyed once upon a time. And now he’d gotten her. So she was worth all his time. And now, as far as he was concerned, she could have it.
The immediate and clear recollection of his friend with his new girl, abandoning him in his hour of need, was too visceral to ignore, and Nyx couldn’t let shit be without at least a parting shot. “Next time you wanna come over, maybe call first?” he informed him icily. “You’re not the only on busy these days, yeah? Thanks.”