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 Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2020 8:20 pm
“What’s the point?” He asked dispassionately. “I have some vacation time saved up but there’s nowhere I really want to go right now and sitting around at home isn’t really an option.” In all honesty, despite his complaints about the hours, it was probably the only place he Aiden could go without feeling like a wild animal trying to claw its way out of a cage it didn’t belong in. “Plus, if I was home more often it would hinder your ability to have your friends or co-workers over.” There it was, the real reason for his irritation. How long had he harbored those negative feelings of animosity towards Alex simply because he was too prideful to get into his boyfriend’s business to ask why there were unfamiliar vehicles in their driveway on the times Aiden got off work early? “I”m not an idiot Alexandre, You say you want me around more and encourage me to take time off. But on the few times I tried to do just that you had other people over without talking about it to me first. It’s your house and you can do what you want but for a while now you’ve been keeping me at an arms distance, never bothering to at least introduced me to any of these people.” Hell, he didn’t even get a chance to meet his cousin before he moved in. Just one day he showed up and the next thing he knew they were roommates.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2020 2:29 pm
That hurt - a lot. He knew it was well deserved, and he wouldn't deny it or fight the other on it. It still hurt though and it hurt just giving in and letting the others words wash over him and sink in. Maybe if thigns were better - if they were better than Aiden could take a vacation, however short it may be, and t hey could do something together. But they weren't ok....
He didn't argue about the people he'd had over, didn't defend it, he knew he'd had people from work over and he hadn't exactly told Aiden. He tried to keep him out of it. It wasn't that he didn't trust them, or Aiden, but he didn't want him finding out the secrets they all had...he didn't want one of them trying to get Aiden involved or asking him why he didn't bring Aiden in.Maybe he should have done things in other ways, he likely should have, but did it even matter now? The team he'd once had was gone...off to normal lives or now Generals themselves and no in contact with him. Did Aiden think they still came over? Likely...but was there a point in correcting it? It felt like doing so might just anger the other more, might continue things down this path. It felt like so much was falling apart and had been lost...and was being lost. He'd once had a team and now he didn't...he'd once had a personal youma and he'd been left by Bazzite. Now his civilian life, his partner and his safety, was drifting so far away. It really was only a matter of time and yet he tried to fight it all in vain, even when he knew what was coming, he still tried to beat the inevitable.
The world he tried to keep out of his civilian life, to keep away from Aiden, was ruining them and turning things into what it never should have been. A twisted garden full of anger and secrets...darkness and hints of betrayal. It was a mess and he couldn't fix it.
Staring down at the table he shook his head slowly. "They are people I work with...I'm not exactly friends with them. I didn't see the need at the time." But he should have he supposed, but he'd thought it best in order to keep Aiden safe...to shelter him. It didn't matter now though. He'd made the wrong choices. "I tried to have them out before you got home...so we could spend time together." Now they were gone, all of them, and he hadn't been in touch with them in so long. Had Aiden even noticed? Did he know they weren't over anymore? That they had vanished from Alexandre's life? He doubted it....but maybe he shouldn't doubt it. Maybe Aiden did know. It didn't matter though - it had happened in the past. It didn't matter that it no longer happened.
"II just didn't think it was important. I should have."
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2020 1:57 pm
“If it was work-related then it should have been taking place at the office or your company could have rented a conference space. Having meetings at our home is more like a casual get together, it’s no different than going to the bar.” Either way, he wouldn’t have been welcome to participate. Supposing he did come inside, more than likely Aiden would have had to go upstairs to their room and wait until the meeting was over in order to get food or get the dogs ready for a walk. “I mean hell, Alex… You don’t even talk about your work with me anymore. It’s been short replies but I don’t even know the name of your boss.” Las he remembered was he got fired a few years back from the gardening shop and started working at the new school that was built. He was pretty sure Alexandre decided that position wasn’t for him but aside from coming from a family with old money and wealth, he wasn’t really sure anymore what Alex even did with his time. Perhaps that was also a factor that was making him feel bitter as of late. Even though Alex offered to take care of him, to buy things that were needed, Aiden felt almost resentful of the fact that things came so easy for his boyfriend. Before they started dating, and even now, Alexandre never really had to worry about finances, while he spent his college years struggling to pay tuition and make sure that he had something other than ramen to eat since his father refused to help him. “I just don’t know what to do anymore.” He admitted with an exasperated sight before taking a sip of his hot drink which burned the roof of his mouth and throat when swallowed.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2020 8:48 pm
If they had actually been employees, of the normal sort, it would have been odd since he worked at a clothing boutique. The office wasn't exactly a closet but it wasn't that big either. It certainly wasn't a place to hold a meeting in. He didn't answer that though - didn't say what was on his mind. "I wanted it casual...group building." And since he didn't go to bars, because he didn't drink, it wouldn't have been an idea either. Not to mention he wasn't sure about the others drinking habits and wasn't sure hew wanted to find out. That might have given way to a hell of a night with drunk agents out and about.
"I've been working for Liily's sister Rose...since she has a boutique here and was living in England. She handled what came in, merchandise and such, but I handled hires, floor lay outs and the other at store things. Nothing too big." And he wasn't sure Aiden would be interested in the talk about clothing and designer names. "I know you aren't much for that sort of thing and thought it might bore you. In all honesty it bores me at times. I like to shop, I know the brands and keep up with them. But the job could almost be done by a trained chimp." He honestly wasn't sure what he did want to do as a profession. He had some ideas on things he didn't want to do...but what he did want to do...that was hard.
Shifting around a bit, his hands clasped about his own drink, soaking in the warmth, he couldn't help staring down into the cup. "I just...I think I just wanted to keep work and home as separate as I could...while trying to do my best in both areas. I never really liked mixing the two." And he just didn't find his job interesting..at least not the day one. But this wasn't really about the day job, even if he made it sound like it was. His night job was thrilling and something he did enjoy - very much so. He just didn't want to risk the other.
His day job though, since Aiden was talk about it, it was boring. He didn't know what to do and at his age he felt like he should...like he needed to be doing something with himself! Something more than what he was doing...but what? He'd tried teaching and he'd hated it...it was draining and depressing, he hated grading art. Art wasn't something which should be graded - ever. Maybe he should find something else...
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