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Gilbert frowned at hearing how Oz reacted to his father’s treatment at home. Of course, he couldn’t say he’d really expected anything different. Oz tried to say everything was fine after the incident when Gilbert found him – tried to convince himself to just accept his father’s words as the truth and move on as if nothing was wrong with that.
How could no-one else in his family have realized how he was destroying himself? Could none of them see the smiles were fake? Could none of them see how, on the inside, he was crying, begging for the love of another person. Could Gilbert really have been the only one to ever give him what he needed – to tell him he could cry and let his true emotions out, and that he didn’t have to accept anything his father told him?
He wanted to ask, but at the same time felt as if doing so would be the same as saying Oz’s sister and uncle were bad relatives for not picking up on Oz’s distress (which to Gilbert had been as plain and clear as day).
“Yeah, he does. But... there’s only so much I can do to convince him he’s loved. I’m afraid he doesn’t believe me a lot of the time when I tell him how much people care about him.” His cheeks grew warm at this almost-confession, but Gilbert didn’t think Ada’s conception of love and caring coincided with his own; so far, she seemed to be thinking in the most platonic sense, which came as a relief to the black-haired male.
“But he’s a great kid.” At this, a trace of a smile crossed his lips. “I wish I could do more for him.”
It would probably do him well to stop talking about Oz. Any minute now he’d probably start gushing about just how Oz was so wonderful – how he had that spark of life that Gilbert couldn’t see in anyone else, and how he outshone everyone around him when he smiled, and how soft his lips were...
“We... we should probably pick something to order, hm?” He suggested, before his thoughts led him down a dangerous path.
[[You wanna skip the rest of the date or play it out?? :O ]]
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Across the table, Ada seemed lost in thought as well. Gilbert wondered, as he leaned back in his chair and took up his menu, what was on her mind, and not for the first time wished he had the power to see into such things. She didn’t look as if she wasn’t enjoying herself, but like Gilbert it seemed as if something was distracting her from relaxing enough to.
Gold eyes scanned the page, widening slightly at the price of entrées. He hadn’t expected the restaurant to be so pricey. While he did chose to live a simple life compared to the Nightrays and Bezariuses, he wasn’t destitute; by his own hard work he acquired moderate savings over the years, and since he rarely ever went out he could afford to splurge a bit on a date. Just... hey may have to be more aware of such things when he took Oz out to dinner, and go someplace less high-scale.
That automatically made him feel guilty all over again. Not only would he have to take Oz out on a different night, to a different restaurant than he’d initially planned, but now Gilbert would have to pick a cheaper restaurant on top of that. Oz didn’t seem like the type of boy who would care about the star-rating of a restaurant – after all, he’d given up living in his luxurious mansion to stay in Gilbert’s dingy two-bedroom apartment for a week – but still Gilbert felt awful.
Ada’s question came as a surprise to him, but not in a bad way. They were both thinking about Oz, concerned for his wellbeing – albeit probably not in the same way. Ada was probably thinking in general, because her brother had been away from the house for two days and living with virtually a stranger, whereas Gilbert was concerned about the stricken expression on the boy’s face when he learned Gilbert had a date with someone – his own sister, no less. Still, he was glad to know Ada was thinking of her brother. It felt as if Oz had no-one in the world... He was glad the boy’s sister obviously cared.
“It’s not rude at all,” he assured, smiling. “It’s actually nice to hear someone asking about him. I’d been afraid that... well, when he told me he didn’t want to go back to his house, I’d been afraid he had no one.” Gilbert had many questions on his mind for Ada, but he didn’t think any of them were appropriate to bring up on a first date. But he wanted to know if Oz’s father had always treated his son in this way, and if he treated his daughter with the same cruelty.
Belatedly, he realized with another pang of guilt that right now, Oz didn’t have anyone. He’d left the boy virtually alone in the apartment, vulnerable to his own inner demons. Vincent was there too, so he wasn’t completely alone, but Gilbert didn’t trust his younger brother to be very good company, and there was also the feeling he got that his brother didn’t like Oz very much.
He wanted to go home, and he wished there was some polite way to excuse himself from the date. Ada seemed like a nice enough girl, and he could see himself developing feelings for her, maybe, if he got the chance to know her better. He wouldn’t mind going out on a date with her, but... right now just seemed like the absolute worst time for that. “I hope he’s all right... He’s only my student, but I worry a lot about him.” The words slipped by without him realizing, and Gilbert’s cheeks flushed slightly afterwards at the admittance, hoping Ada wouldn’t find it inappropriate of Oz’s teacher to be saying such things.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Gilbert smiled as he noticed Ada’s cheeks turning a pretty shade of red; she looked like Oz when she blushed, too! So cute... The thought alone made his own cheeks feet hot and he had to look away, cursing himself for yet again comparing the siblings. Damn it, why couldn’t get his mind off of Oz for one minute? Try as he might, he always pictured the boy, sitting alone in the house, feeling rejected and it made Gilbert’s heart clench painfully. The last thing he wanted was to hurt him...
To Gilbert’s disappointment, Ada pointed out an Italian restaurant – the same one he’d been planning on taking Oz, after the boy told him his favorite cuisine was Italian. “O-oh...” He glanced from the restaurant to Ada’s cheerful face and felt as if he would lose no matter what option he chose right now. “That’s…”
How could he possibly say no? He would have to give some sort of explanation, and he doubted that telling Ada he’d been planning to take her younger brother on a date to the same restaurant would go over very well.
Plastering a smile on his face and still trying to make the best of the situation, he nodded his head. “Sounds good,” he agreed reluctantly. And then, tentatively, he slid his hand into Ada’s, holding it gently just so it didn’t seem as though he was on the date against his will and that he had some kind of interest in the girl – which he should... any normal man would be interested a beautiful and sweet woman like Ada, but... while he definitely could not deny he felt attracted to her physically, some niggling voice in the back of his head kept repeating she’s not Oz.
He tried to keep up his smile as he entered the restaurant with her, holding up two fingers to the hostess and declaring he wanted a table for too. The hostess looked between the pair, and then down at their adjoined hands, and gave a knowing little smile as she nodded her head. “Of course. Follow me.”
She led them through the restaurant, to one of the back corners which were more private and dimly-lit to give off a more romantic vibe. Setting the menus down on the table, she told them boy to enjoy their meals and left them alone. Gilbert stared at the table forlornly; this was just the sort of table he’d like to eat at with Oz, however inappropriate that may sound. He realized sadly that, had he shown up at the restaurant with the boy, the hostess never would have brought them to the ‘romantic’ corner; she probably would have seated them with the families, thinking Gilbert was Oz’s older brother or something like that.
Pushing the thoughts aside, he reminded himself again to think of Ada. And then he did the gentlemanly thing and held out her chair so she could sit first, scooting her in slightly once she was seated before going to sit down himself.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Once they were out of the house and alone, Gilbert started to feel suddenly very nervous. Ada had a calm, positive aura about her that could make anyone comfortable around her, but still Gilbert wasn’t really sure what to say or what to expect from her. He hated that he knew absolutely nothing about her, and wasn’t sure how to start a conversation with her. With Oz... he’d never really been the one to initiate much of the conversation (that just wasn’t the type of person he was) but talking had seemed so much easier, and while there were still plenty of awkward moments between them conversations seemed to flow more naturally.
There he was, losing himself in thought over Oz again. How could he be doing that, when he had a gorgeous young woman – his date for the evening – walking beside him? Oz should be the furthest thing from his mind, and yet... he couldn’t get the boy’s face out of his mind, couldn’t shake away the look of jealousy he knew he’d seen there, back when he first told Oz about the date. It bothered him that Oz left without saying anything... Had he really been that upset?
Gilbert felt a curl of guilt. He should have stayed at the house a bit longer, just to make sure Oz was all right. He should have stayed to make him dinner, like he’d planned to.
Biting back the urge to groan, Gilbert gave a slight shake of the head, trying to clear his thoughts. He would make it up to Oz when he got home, but right now it wouldn’t be fair to Ada if all his attentions were directed to her little brother on what was supposed to be their date.
“So...” Gilbert began, glancing down at the girl, only to be struck again by how nearly identical she was to Oz. If only her hair was shorter... Bringing up her little brother probably wouldn’t be the best thing to talk about for their first conversation on their first date, but Gilbert had so many questions. He wanted to know what Oz was like as a brother, how he acted at home – why his father treated him so cruelly and why no-one else was able to give him the comfort he so desperately needed.
But instead, all he did as ask, “Where would you like to go tonight?”
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Vincent had gone back into the living room, continuing to snip away at the stuffed rabbit and hum pleasantly to himself. He tried to imagine the date in his mind – his poor brother stuttering away like the adorable fool he was, Ada blushing and finding his shyness endearing.
No doubt they would make a perfect couple, both of them so timid and sweet – a normal couple, he wouldn’t hesitate to stress to his brother later, or Oz too if the boy happened to wander into his sight again. And Gilbert would try to deny it, because for some reason he found himself unworthy of being in a romantic relationship, but he would like Ada, because she was a good girl and because she was pretty, and because she looked very much like her younger brother; in a sense, it would be the same as having Oz, only with Ada a relationship would be perfectly acceptable. She was in university, only a few years younger than Gilbert himself – not ten years, like Oz.
Snip. The doll’s right arm fell off. Vincent picked up on the sound of feet pitter-pattering down the hallway and smiled to himself. “You must be very upset,” he commented lightly. “...Your sister going out on a date. I know how you feel... I’m very protective of Gilbert, myself.” Vincent looked up, catching Oz’s gaze. “You see, Gilbert is very special... But I’m sure you know that. You two seem to be awfully close.”
He smiled, continuing to cut away at the stuffing spilling out from the rabbit, mismatched eyes still holding Oz’s gaze. “For the longest time, I always thought no-one could ever deserve my brother... He’s far too good for anyone. And really, I still do think he’s better than those he chooses to get close to. But... I really do think he and Ada would make a nice couple. They both have similar dispositions, they’re almost the same age... They even look right together.” Once the rabbit had turned to practically just a pile of fabric in his hands, he tossed it aside and set his hands down on the sofa. “And I realize now, I only want my brother to be happy... You should want that for your sister, too, Oz. They did look very happy when they were leaving.”
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________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Ada had a naturally cheerful disposition, returning Gilbert’s greeting with one of her own, seeming honestly pleased to meet him and comfortable enough already with him; this made Gilbert relax a bit. He’d been afraid that the whole night would be an awkward mess, that he wouldn’t get along with the girl at all, but... he could very easily see himself enjoying the date with her.
Vincent smiled at the pair, also seeming pleased by the way the two easily interacted with one another. Like a match made in heaven, how sweet; they looked so good together! All of this Vincent would tell Gilbert once he and Ada returned from the date he was already certain would go smoothly. Gilbert was polite as could be, and would try his best to make Ada have a good time no matter if he liked her in a romantic sense or not – that was just the sort of person he was, self-sacrificing and that was why Vincent loved him so much.
He was the only one to notice Oz’s hasty retreat from the room, and tried not to smirk as he heard the door to Gilbert’s room bang shut. Yes, yes... run along, little Bezarius, and don’t ever envision yourself with Gilbert again; he’s much too good for a brat like you. Vincent was sure he’d be able to slip some kind of poison into the boy’s ear soon enough, and with Oz in this depressed mood already, convincing him of his unworthiness would be a cinch. Then Vincent would find a way to get Ada out of the picture (that wouldn’t be hard, she seemed like a pushover already) and he’d have his precious, heartbroken brother to himself all over again.
“You two should go. Wouldn’t want to be late for dinner.”
Gilbert looked back at his brother, remembering he was standing there with them, and nodded his head. “Right, but I...”His voice trailed off as he glanced to the side and noticed that Oz was no longer there. Golden eyes blinked in confusion, Gilbert wondering when the boy had run off and why. “I was supposed to make Oz something to eat... I can’t leave without –”
Vincent shushed him. “Brother, relax! I’ll take care of little Oz, don’t worry. You two go enjoy yourselves.”
Gilbert looked like he wanted to protest, but Vincent would have none of it. Sighing in defeat, he nodded and trusted his brother to just this once do the right thing and not let him down. “Alright... Thanks. Um... tell him I said bye at least.”
“Of course, of course~”
Turning to Ada, Gilbert smiled softly and gestured to the door – a silent ‘ladies first’ – and after she left he followed. Vincent waved and closed the door behind them.
“Ah,” he sighed, loud enough for Oz to hear, wherever he was hiding. “What a cute couple they’ll make~”
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Gilbert couldn’t believe Vincent was dragging Oz into this! He glared at his brother then turned to look at Oz for backup, hoping the boy would say the necklace was ugly or something. But Oz... didn’t seem to really be paying attention to their conversation at all, only having looked up when Vincent said his name.
Unfortunately for Gilbert, Oz shared the opinion about the necklace – although Gilbert had a doubt Oz knew what they were arguing about. With a reluctant sigh, he fastened the thing around his neck. He rarely wore jewelry, aside from the one earring in his left ear, so the feel of it against his skin would take some getting used to.
At that moment there was a knock on the door. Gilbert blanched. Wasn’t it a bit too early for the girl to be showing up? Gilbert didn’t know whether to take this over-eagerness as a good sign or not; he tugged at his collar nervously and turned for the door... but Oz was already up before he could take one step, shouting that he would answer it. The older man blinked, a protest on his lips, but Vincent silenced him by placing a hand on his arm. When had he even moved?
“Did you even comb your hair?” Vincent asked impatiently, reaching up to run his fingers through Gilbert’s untamable dark hair, shaking his head in disapproval. He held up a thin green ribbon, which Gilbert recognized as having been tied in a bow around the now-shredded rabbit’s neck. “I don’t know what you’d do without me, brother.
Gilbert remained still, wanting to point out that things would be a lot easier in his life without Vincent, but that would be horribly cruel of him. Instead he let his brother pull his hair back into a low ponytail, tying it in place with the ribbon. Gilbert’s eyes remained focused straight ahead, watching Oz as he inappropriately answered the door to the apartment that wasn’t his. Idly Gilbert wondered why Oz had volunteered. He didn’t think the boy would want to see the girl Gilbert would be going on a date with.
“Ada?!” Oz’s surprise voice confused Gilbert even more. It sounded as if he knew...
“Brother?”
Gilbert almost fainted on the spot. His... His date was... Oz’s sister?! Immediately he shot an accusatory look in Vincent’s direction, but his brother looked just as shocked by this turn of events as he did.
“My, my,” Vincent exclaimed, ushering Gilbert into the small entryway. “What a coincidence..”
Something in his voice hinted that it wasn’t a coincidence at all, but Gilbert ignored that for the time being. He would deal with Vincent later. For now... He couldn’t put off meeting his date any longer, even if he now wanted to go lock himself in his bedroom.
“Ada, this is my brother, Gilbert.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Gilbert approached the girl. She was very pretty, he had to admit, a blush rising to her cheeks as he took the opportunity to really look at her. Ada (a nice name, Gilbert couldn’t help but think) and Oz had obviously gotten their good looks from the same person, both sharing the same sunshine-blonde hair, porcelain skin and glittering emerald eyes. She was not quite taller than her brother, but obviously a matured woman judging by the size of her chest (and Gilbert didn’t stare at it, he didn’t! It was just... obvious, even with the rather conservative top she wore).
Shyly, Gilbert extended his hand, suddenly wishing he had something to offer her – flowers or anything really. Giving her just a handshake seemed... lame. “N-nice to meet you.”
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Vincent left the bedroom to wander back into the living room, smile returning to his face as he saw Oz still there. “Just the two of us tonight,” he said, walking passed Oz to the armchair opposite of the room. For a moment, it looked as if he would sit, but instead he only reached down and picked up the white stuffed rabbit already on the chair. Then he strode back across the room to reclaim the seat Gilbert had occupied on the couch before.
“You know,” he began conversationally, crossing one leg over the other and playing absently with one of the rabbit’s ears, “my brother hasn’t been on a date in about a year. Can you believe it? He’s so shy...”
From his right pocked he produced a pair of scissors, chuckling softly under his breath. “But perhaps tonight will be different. I think so.” And with that, he snipped off one of the rabbit’s ears.
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All Gilbert could think of as he got dressed was how uncomfortable Oz had been sitting beside him on the couch before. Gilbert himself hadn’t exactly been at east sitting so close to him after everything that had happened, but the aura Oz gave off, accompanied by the way he’d been gripping the material of his pants for dear life, definitely gave off the message to stay away even if the boy was too polite to tell him that aloud. It made Gilbert wonder now, as he looked back on it, of Oz was disgusted with him. Oz didn’t hate him – or so he claimed – but it was clear that he wanted his space. And if Vincent hadn’t shown up at the moment he did, Gilbert would have left the room of his own accord, which would have made things even more awkward.
Maybe this date wouldn’t be so bad after all. No matter how much he didn’t want to go, or how strange Oz’s reaction to hearing Gilbert was going out with someone was, it would be good for them to be away from each other for a while.
Gilbert stood before his mirror, wondering whether or not to wear a tie. It would feel more like a business dinner if he wore won... But what if this was a girl he actually ended up liking? He didn’t want to appear too formal. With that thought in mind, he decided to forego the tie and instead leave the shirt’s top few buttons undone.
Once he was finished getting dressed, he made his way back down the hall, barely-used dress shoes squeaking slightly on the tiled floor. He tugged nervously at his shirtsleeves. “I’m not wearing the necklace,” he said as he entered the living room, only to freeze as he saw the doll parts on the floor in front of the couch. Vincent! Gilbert’s face flushed in a mixture of anger and embarrassment. Why did he have to do that, now of all times?! Couldn’t he see Oz was uncomfortable enough as it was! “V-Vincent...”
Vincent again did not seem to read the emotion from his brother, for he snipped carelessly at the rabbit’s eye until the black bead fell to the ground and rolled a few inches away. “Brother, necklaces are fashionable for men these days. Besides, it will look good on you.”
“Th-that’s –”
“Don’t you agree, Oz?” Vincent turned his head to smile at the boy.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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“I’m fine, Gilbert.”
It almost pained Gilbert to hear the sound of his own name. Normally his heart would have fluttered hearing it drop from Oz’s lips, but he’d gotten quite used to the sound of the nickname the boy thought of for him, ‘Gil’. Hearing his full name now... Gilbert knew by that alone that things weren’t all right between them. A frown turned his lips downwards and he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, the nicotine not as satisfying as it had been a moment earlier.
…Fine... Everything was always just ‘fine’ with Oz, wasn’t it? Even when things were so clearly upside down, Oz would always smile and pretend everything was fine; he would always just accept it. Gilbert had hoped that some of the things he’d said the other day when trying to comfort Oz got through to him – what he’d said about not having to accept things he didn’t want to – but obviously it hadn’t.
Gilbert took a seat on the opposite end of the couch, leaning forward to place the ashtray on the coffee table and then clasping his hands together. Oz reverted back to silence, looking very much like he didn’t want to make conversation and Gilbert sighed, hating this distance between them. He felt as if this should be the moment he imparted some kind of adult wisdom... that he should have a speech or something prepared, but he didn’t want to lecture Oz. Besides, he didn’t feel very much like an adult right now, nor did he feel very wise; he’d been stupider than a teenager these past few days.
He opened his mouth to speak, but then clamped it shut again, deciding against the idea.
What could he possibly say? Look, Oz, sometimes we think we want something, but that’s not what we actually need. Things that may feel right at the moment are usually bad for us in the end. Yeah. Lecture the boy like a father, that would be just great. God, why did he have to be such a failure at everything?!
“Brother~”
The front door shut behind Vincent and Gilbert suppressed a groan. He wasn’t in the mood to put up with his brother right now. The stupid ‘date’ Vincent set him up on was one of his current causes of distress. But Vincent didn’t seem to get the vibe coming off of Gilbert as he entered the living room, grinning. The smile disappeared, however, when he saw the pair on the couch.
“You’re still in school clothes? Brother you should be getting ready, I told your date to be here in an hour!”
Gilbert’s eyes widened and he quickly bolted up from the couch. “An hour?” He didn’t need much time to get ready, the hardest part would be picking out an outfit, but he didn’t want to leave so soon. And he still needed to make something for Oz to eat... “She’s coming here?” As if this wasn’t awkward enough! Now Oz would have to meet the girl and... And what would Gilbert tell her? How could he introduce Oz?
Vincent made a shooing motion, ushering Gilbert out of the room to go get ready. “Well of course! I couldn’t have the two of you meet at a restaurant, you’d never recognize each other!” As they left the room, Vincent cast a glance back in Oz’s direction, another of his secretive smiles on his face.
Gilbert couldn’t argue with that logic, but he was still panicking inside. This was a disaster already. He didn’t want Oz to meet his date... Oz seemed strangely upset enough about the situation. Sighing, he allowed himself to be pushed down the hallway to his bedroom. “Vincent I don’t need you to help me change,” he complained as his brother followed him into the room and shut the door behind them.
At this, his brother only rolled his eyes as if Gilbert was being ridiculous. “Don’t be silly. Gilbert has no fashion sense at all, of course I have to help him.” He walked over to the closet and threw the doors open, taking in the plain-colored clothing and shaking his head in despair. His brother really was hopeless when it came to what to wear. Gilbert was very handsome, but he always dressed so plainly, as if he wanted to blend in with the scenery. What he needed was something to make him stand out...
Smiling, Vincent pulled a forest green button-down from within the closet. “This will be nice. It will bring out your eyes.” He thrust the shirt at Gilbert, who caught it and stared at it, wondering just when he’d bought the article of clothing. He hardly ever wore green, preferring neutral blacks and grays.
After handing him a pair of black pants and producing a thin chain necklace from god-knows-where, Vincent beckoned him to change, having the decency to leave the room while Gilbert did so.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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There was no answering call from Vincent, so Gilbert assumed his brother was either at one of his classes or out on an errand. It had been a long time since Gilbert asked his little brother for a copy of his college schedule to hang on the side of the fridge, the older sibling’s protective streak having lessened over the years once he realized it probably wasn’t good for him to be mothering a twenty-three-year-old. Vincent was a grown man, so it wasn’t healthy for either of them for Gilbert to encourage that sort of infantile dependency.
Noticing a pile of mail on the kitchen table, Gilbert walked over to it, cigarette dangling from between his lips, the smoke rising in a thin stream from the tip. The butt of the cigarette burned a little more with each inhale, and finally crumbled away. Gilbert muttered a curse under his breath as the ashes fell onto his shirt, leaving tiny stains as he tried to wipe them away. Damn it; he liked that shirt, too.
Grumbling, Gilbert returned with the mail to the kitchen counter, locating the nearest ashtray (next to the coffee machine) and pulling it over to himself to avoid spreading ashes all over the house. He flicked the cigarette to get rid of the remaining burned piece at the end then stuck it back inside his mouth for another long drag.
By this point, he’d seen Oz venture into the living room and take a seat on the couch. He wondered, not for the first time, how Oz would handle being alone tonight. As he flipped through the mail – bill, bill, some thick envelope for Vincent that Gilbert knew after from experience he was better off not opening, another bill – he tried to think of things he could suggest Oz do. There was always TV…and Gilbert supposed he could let Oz use the computer in his room; there wasn’t anything really secretive on it. And... sadly, that was about all the fun to be had in the apartment. Gilbert hung his head in defeat, feeling rather like a failure as a host.
Sighing, he pushed the bills and Vincent’s mail aside in two separate piles to deal with later, and made his way to the living room, carrying the ashtray along with him. “Oz?”
He waited for the boy to acknowledge him before continuing. Again, when Oz looked at him Gilbert felt as if something was wrong – and he feared it had to do with this afternoon, but he didn’t want to annoy the boy by continuing to ask if he was alright.
“Is there anything you want?” He couldn’t leave without fixing the boy a snack or dinner, or something. Already he was going through the stock of food in the fridge, thinking he could make soup or maybe a quick pasta if Oz wanted. There might be a box of cookies in the pantry, but he’d have to check and see.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Sun Dec 20, 2009 8:00 am
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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He could feel Oz’s eyes on him, which embarrassed him slightly, but when he raised his own eyes to lock with the boy’s, Oz turned his focus elsewhere. Gilbert frowned, hating this new awkwardness between them. It had been so nice yesterday, when they were able to just enjoy each other’s company. They would have to talk about this... As much as they both seemed to want to avoid the subject, it obviously couldn’t be put off for much longer. Maybe tonight, before Gilbert left for his... date.
The thought filled him with a strange, impending sense of doom. As if going on the date would do him more harm from good. But Gilbert knew he couldn’t cancel, no matter how much he didn’t want to go out with whatever girl Vincent set him up with. No girl would ever be Oz, and he doubted any of them could ever replace him. Oz possessed a certain spark that Gilbert had never seen in anyone else. Still, he couldn’t stand the girl up or make Vincent cancel for him; he would feel far too guilty, especially if the girl had gotten her hopes up for something.
No, he would go on the date; eat dinner, and go home to Oz where he belonged. He’d never have to see or hear from the girl again, it would be over with after that one dinner.
“Actually... My fourth volume of Holy Knight.”
Gilbert blinked, cocking an eyebrow. He’d already forgotten about the question he asked Oz about getting things from his house. Holy Knight... what was that, a book? He would ask one of the servants about it, they would probably know where to find it. But that was really all Oz wanted? There was nothing else, besides a book and some overnight essentials? Well, easier for Gilbert, but he found that bizarre for some reason that Oz would want nothing else besides that. “Okay.”
The subway reached its destination, and Gilbert’s apartment came into view once they exited the station. Gilbert picked up the pace, just wanting to get into the safety of his own home where he could be free to think and talk to Oz the way he really wanted to.
Unlocking the door once they arrived, Gilbert pushed it open, relieved to find not a single decapitated doll on the floor as he entered the apartment. Good... Vincent realized doing such things wasn’t appropriate with a guest in the house. Sighing in relief, Gilbert closed the door behind them and kicked off his shoes, heading immediately for his packet of cigarettes and lighting up as soon as they were in his grasp.
“I’m home,” he declared as he brought the cigarette to his lips, avoiding looking at Oz as he guiltily inhaled the ‘cancer stick’ . The entire day had been mishap after mishap, working Gilbert’s nerves so badly that he needed the nicotine like no-one would ever understand just to calm himself down.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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