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Oct. 4th, 2017 08:35 amIt's the sort of thing Marcus figures he should have seen coming.
He hasn't seen Sam in a while, a little over a week, and that's Marcus's fault. He's been keeping a bit of a distance since their last conversation, the one where Sam had asked him if he's sleeping with anyone else, if maybe there's something more than just a physical relationship and a friendship between them. Predictably, Marcus hadn't reacted well. It's not that he doesn't care for Sam, but that itself is the problem and so he'd made himself absent just to give them both a little time to figure out what it is that's going on in their heads.
Not that Marcus needed the time. He knows. The way he is, the life he's had, the job he intends on continuing, none of that makes him suitable to carry on a relationship with someone. If someone wants that, wants commitment, a person to come home to at the end of every day, someone they can rely on and expect to be there, he's not the man for it. It wouldn't be fair for anyone involved to try and put Marcus in that situation and he thinks they'd both known it. That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt to realize Sam is gone.
It's Nate he's more worried about, though. Marcus has been through plenty of loss in his life, it's why he's more or less kept himself closed off from people since he was just a child, but Sam is Nate's brother. The brother he got back after thinking him to be dead. That's something he can't even begin to imagine.
So he buys a few bottles of nice beer -- the sort Sam had bought the last time he'd come over, he realizes, but he banishes that from his mind -- and he heads over to Nate's after sending him a text to make sure he's there. He doesn't say why he's coming, just that he is, and he knocks softly on the door of Nate's apartment, the beer in one hand.
They can drink. Commiserate. Keep each other company. Marcus is as bad at comfort as he is most other personal interactions that don't revolve around an exorcism, but that doesn't mean he's not going to try.
He hasn't seen Sam in a while, a little over a week, and that's Marcus's fault. He's been keeping a bit of a distance since their last conversation, the one where Sam had asked him if he's sleeping with anyone else, if maybe there's something more than just a physical relationship and a friendship between them. Predictably, Marcus hadn't reacted well. It's not that he doesn't care for Sam, but that itself is the problem and so he'd made himself absent just to give them both a little time to figure out what it is that's going on in their heads.
Not that Marcus needed the time. He knows. The way he is, the life he's had, the job he intends on continuing, none of that makes him suitable to carry on a relationship with someone. If someone wants that, wants commitment, a person to come home to at the end of every day, someone they can rely on and expect to be there, he's not the man for it. It wouldn't be fair for anyone involved to try and put Marcus in that situation and he thinks they'd both known it. That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt to realize Sam is gone.
It's Nate he's more worried about, though. Marcus has been through plenty of loss in his life, it's why he's more or less kept himself closed off from people since he was just a child, but Sam is Nate's brother. The brother he got back after thinking him to be dead. That's something he can't even begin to imagine.
So he buys a few bottles of nice beer -- the sort Sam had bought the last time he'd come over, he realizes, but he banishes that from his mind -- and he heads over to Nate's after sending him a text to make sure he's there. He doesn't say why he's coming, just that he is, and he knocks softly on the door of Nate's apartment, the beer in one hand.
They can drink. Commiserate. Keep each other company. Marcus is as bad at comfort as he is most other personal interactions that don't revolve around an exorcism, but that doesn't mean he's not going to try.
