Congrats for 500 followers, you deserve them all! I know I haven’t been following you long but I love seeing your blog and fics on my dash!💗 for the 500 word prompt - number 100 ✨
so since 100 had already been requested, i reached out to aj and she gave me a few other numbers to choose from - so thank you, dear! i hope you enjoy this 💕
now closed for prompts!!
word count: 523
500 Words for 500 Followers - #77 “What did you expect? For everything to just go back to normal?”
“Hey, how was your first day back?” Carlos greets TK as he enters through the door.
“Not great,” he huffs. In fact, it was way less than great if he was being honest.
Today was his first shift back on duty after getting shot several weeks ago. While his dad was hesitant to bring him back soon, the stitches were healing up fine and TK was more than eager to start doing what he loves again.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
TK meets Carlos’ eye. Of course his boyfriend is being more than understanding, ready to hear him complain about anything and everything. But not wanting to burden Carlos with his issues, he shakes his head.
“Okay,” Caros nods. “Well, dinner is just about ready so why don’t you take a seat.”
Just a few minutes later, Carlos brings out two plates of his signature chicken marsala and they begin to eat. The only noise between the couple is the scratching of forks against the plates. TK knows Carlos is waiting for him to speak up first. He also knows that if he’s not going to talk about his day, he should probably be polite and ask about Carlos’ or at least mention how good the dinner is.
But instead, he focuses his attention on each bite and not the awkward silence that fills the room.
“Okay TK, you have to give me something,” Carlos says exasperated. “I can’t just sit here in silence.”
“It just wasn’t a good shift,” he says, hoping that it will satisfy Carlos. But with the other man looking at him, waiting to elaborate, he sighs. “My dad barely let me go on any calls with the team. And the calls I did go on, I didn’t even get to do anything.”
“I see…”
“Yeah, it’s just frustrating. I was so ready to come back to work, and now I am but it’s not the same.”
“I mean, what did you expect? For everything to just go back to normal?” Carlos says, somewhat amusedly.
TK pouts. “Yeah, I did actually. The doctor cleared me, so I’m good to go.”
“Physically, yes. But what about mentally?”
“I’m fine, Carlos.”
“You were shot, TK,” Carlos plainly states. “This wasn’t just a minor injury. This was something very traumatic that you went through and it’s going to take more than just your stitches healing for things to go back to normal.”
TK nods, processing what Carlos is telling him.
“I’m sure it wasn’t easy for your dad either. He was there when it happened and it can’t be easy seeing you back on the job again with the constant threat of something going wrong.”
TK freezes. He wasn’t even considering how his dad must view all this. “Shit, yeah I didn’t think of it like that.”
Carlos smiles sympathetically, reaching across the table to grab his hand. “Hey, it will all go back to normal eventually. It’s just going to take time.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” TK replies, giving his hand a squeeze before they return to their meals. “Now why don’t you tell me about your day?”
