Good morning day, Sorry I’m not there...

[Khaki]

Francois was sitting in the kitchen, facing the front door. His eyes were puffy and his eyes both dull and kind of glazed over. All of red’s things, that he had in the home, were in boxes nearby. He had wanted to talk to him…he had wanted to work things out…he had wanted Red to come home and…and maybe apologize. Of course that hope was now dashed. Red had nowhere else to go, or so he’d been told. So if he hadn’t come home yet…he hated to think it…had Red cheated on him?

Everything had gone to hell in a hand basket. The reason it really hurt, however, was that this wasn’t the first relationship he’d had to give up on. Sure, Red had been the only one to sleep with him…and maybe that made it worse. Tugging his feet up onto the chair he rested his head on his knees. Maybe Red would be home soon…maybe he just went drinking and…and something…His eyes stared unseeingly at the clock nearby, unable to read that it said noon.

He had one of Red’s coats over his shoulders, engulfing his entire frame. His smell was soothing, heartbreaking, and grounding all in one. He had thought this one would be it, his soul mate. They’d done so good together…until recently. If only he’d kept his OCD to himself. He should have known better, he should have left it alone, should have made him happy. Tears burning at his eyes he buried his head in his arms, shoulders shaking with the effort to not start up again.

Soon…he had to be home soon…maybe he was still angry and had just decided to sleep at the embassy…maybe he was looking to leave anyway…sniffling he decided to stop that train of thought. It was too late to save this anyway…even if the thought of Red having slept with someone else while they were together….god it burned a pit of rage in his stomach, which was a very rare occurrence to Frankie. Maybe this wasn’t going to end on good terms at all.

[ShadesofGrey]

Red was coming home, so many things blazing and burning up through his mind. What had happened yesterday, he had to think, try and clear things up. A frustrated sigh as he walked the streets having not a very distinct idea as to where he was. A street sign, oh that was much more helpful. He didn't really remember anything.

That morning, okay, let see....Shit. He had hit him, oh godfuckingdammit! He hit Francois! He let out a self angered groan getting a few awkward stares from passing by people but that wasn't important to him. His thoughts were racing and he was having trouble getting things clear. Fuzzy images of a few things then it blacked out and he woke up to get a hard on and be freaked the hell out.

Looking up into the sky he judged that it was about noon. Fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck! He yelled in his mind only to end up holding his head, stopping to bend over a bid, his manhood no longer stiff. A headache, great. Maybe he could explain. Still probably smelling of her and the slight hint of liquor. He headed home.

The front door opened with a slight squeak followed by a slight groan. His looked messy from his head to his feet. His hair was messed up, his hat halfway on and halfway crocked, shirt not even tucked in, coat sloppily put on, on sleeve up the other down. He was lucky that his shoes were on if not tied. He sniffled and sneezed followed by a cough. Great, wonder-fuckin-ful. He was getting sick. Now that he noticed his throat was starting to hurt. Crying seemed like it would be appropriate but no, not now.

[Khaki]

"Rouge?" Goddammit his voice had broken halfway through the simple word. That wasn't going to help at all. He stayed where he was until he caught sight of his 'lover'. Even a night in the office wouldn't mess up a persons clothes as badly. Feeling his heart sink lower he swallowed hard. "Where have you been?" He asked softly. So far he hadn't exploded. Anger was, at the moment, the last thing on his list. First was worry, then questions...he didn't want to do this, not here, not now, not ever...

He hadn't gotten up, but his head had lifted, the bruise on the underside of his jaw hidden by his knees now. His jaw was still stiff and achy from being punched, but it was nothing compared to what he was going to tell Red.

[ShadesofGrey]

He shook his head in the no like manner. "I really don't know......" He sounded so mixed up, he head had never been so fucked up all at once before. "I woke up at Domi's house, I don't even remember going there...." He wasn't looking at him, he was staring at the floor trying to think back but nothing clear enough was coming through to him. "I don't know......I'm so sorry!" He confessed his voice cracking a bit as it was going hoarse. Rubbing his face with the palm of his hand the Spaniard grimaced. He didn't know anything at the moment other than he should be applogising out of the ass which he started on next, rambling a bit with hand motions to boot.

[Khaki]

"SHUT UP!" Francois finally shouted, sniffling and getting up. Moving gingerly, as to not strain his fractured ribs he stood up, slipping the man's jacket off and into an open box. Looking down at it. With Dominique...the bitch that had taken his eye. "I don't...I don't want to hear it." His eyes closed tightly, and he hugged himself...he didn't want to, didn't want to say it...but he couldn't do this anymore.

"Please...just...take your stuff and get out...don't come back." He slumped back into his chair, his legs giving out under the heaviness of his own words. "Don't come back Red." Tears started down his face, traitorous emotions! If only he'd been able to hold on until after the man left. Maybe then he wouldn't have broken down, actually feeling guilty for kicking the other man out. But what could he do...? He couldn't allow himself to be abused. And if Red felt he could hit him publicly...what was to stop him at home?

[ShadesofGrey]

He jerked back as though it was like was whiplash. That had hurt but he thought it had been diserved. He managed a false smile, eyes tearing up. "Yea.....okay...." His voice was strained and still starting to die out. He was getting sick and this wasn't going to help at all. "I'm really....you deserve so much better Francois....you do...." With that he held the best caring tone that he had in him before taking his boxes. Feeling a bit woozy he shook his head a churning feeling in his stomach like he was going to loose his dinner from the other night and maybe a few intestines. Swallowing his kept a good holdon his boxes and fell against the wall to open the door in order not to drop something. Breathing more so quickly he left, tears had started to fall from the ducts of his eyes and his nose was getting more stuffy.

[Khaki]

Deserved better. Red had been the best turn in his life. As the man got through the door he broke down into heart wrenching sobs. The stupid door hadn't even been shut. Stupid stupid stupid emotional son of a bitch. No one cared. Red had said it, he had meant it, in anger or not. It hurt, because he had loved that man to the depths of his soul. Had given him his virginity and his heart and...watched as it was shattered, again. And people wondered why he had become a mafia member...at least they didn't betray one another.