The current state Gordon Schwinn was in was sadly, not a new one. The brunette was curled into a ball on the bed that would usually be shared with his boyfriend, Roger. Instead, Gordon was the only one at home for the week. He grimaced as he remembered the faux confidence he showcased when he convinced Roger that he would be fine when left alone. To speak honestly, the only reason Gordon said these things were because he had felt bad for how things went last time. Roger needed to take time to clear his head, but he had to end his trip sooner all because something was wrong.
Gordon could barely tell what he was doing until he could hear the ringing echo throughout their seemingly empty apartment. He counted each ring in his head, trying to keep the numbers in line. However, each time he reached five, he got lost, and more tears pricked his eyes. Gordon was shaking, losing the reasoning why he thought it was okay to call, to bother Roger. Ready for the disappointment of no answer, he turned around once more, hoping to fall asleep.
“Gordon?” Roger’s voice called through the phone. Gordon whipped around, and grabbed onto his phone.
“You called me, remember? Is everything okay?” Roger questioned, softly. Gordon shoved his palms into his eyes, trying to stop the tears. He took a deep breath in, before answering.
“It’s… no, it’s not okay,” Gordon replied, broken. He felt his breathing rapidly increase, and his heart speed up. “Roger--”
“Hey hey, Gordo, listen to me--”
“Roger, please let me explain,” Gordon interrupted. He felt himself gripping onto his forearms in an attempt to ground himself. The other side of the line was silent, so he took it as his sign to continue. “I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass and calling you when you’re supposed to be on a trip that’s helping you relax. And you’ve been gone long enough to have at least a day but…,” Gordon bit onto his lower lip. “Could you come home? It’s just… I’m scared. It’s getting bad again, and I don’t know what to do,” Gordon explained, with ‘it’ being his anxiety spirals. “I know, it’s stupid of me. I just can’t help but think that something is wrong and I can’t go talk to Rhoda because I can’t even finish the stupid lilypad song for Mr. Bungee, not that it matters if I have fluid in my brain again.” Gordon tried to ignore his mind picturing the worried look that was likely on Roger’s face, causing another wave of dizziness to crash into him. “I mean as you’ve said, nothing’s really wrong, but Roger I’m scared, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. If something’s wrong, something worse, then I want to have been able to talk to you.”
“Gordon,” Roger started. Gordon could feel something twist in his gut from the seriosity and worry that made itself apparent in his lover’s voice.
“Roger, wait, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-- I shouldn’t have called. This is what Dr. Weisenbachfeld talked about, I’m just having stupid fears, right? Nothing is wrong, except now I’m making you worry over me,” Gordon rambled, feeling the room begin to spin. “I’m sorry, you can just ignore this whole thing. I’ll just ha--”
“Gordon, listen to me,” Roger cut in, more serious this time. Gordon felt his nails begin to pinch into the skin. “It’s okay to have set backs. That whole situation… god, it was a lot. I can’t imagine what it was like for you, but you really scared us Gordo. I was terrified that I’d lost you.” Gordon could barely hear the sound of Roger crying, and he felt his throat close up. “Do you need me back home?” This was it. The deciding factor. Gordon closed his eyes.
“Of course. I’ll be on my way.”