Can We Find A Way? | Jaraj
Jacques had taken three days longer than he otherwise might have to make a decision. It was horrible, honestly. He had all kinds of emotions whirling around his brain. Joy, love, hurt...and a hell of a lot of guilt. How could he still be as mixed up as when it all started? A part of him wished that Gil had never opened his mouth to tell him how he felt. Why did it have to be now? Jacques had moved on a bit. He had told himself he would never get what he wanted with Gil. He had come to accept that...only to now be more twisted up than ever with what he had learned.
And he knew, he knew he would never be able to make everyone happy, as much as he wished that he could. He really really wished that he could. And he would have to apologize to Gil again. He really would. Because he knew what he was hoping for...had been hoping for since Raj had first shown up in his âofficeâ if you could really call his business an office. Jacques wanted the chance to be with Raj. He wanted an actual chance to be with someone who had liked being with him. Who didnât need to struggle to do something with him.
It had taken Jacques this long to even acknowledge that he might deserve more than he was willing to let himself get with Gil. After all, he would have asked for nothing. He would have let everything stay the same. He would have done everything at Gilâs pace. And it was only now, now that the singing had stopped, that he was even able to think enough to register how little he thought of himself with that. And yes, he knew that Gil cared about him...genuinely cared about him. But he wasnât sure if that would be enough...for either of them somehow.
Maybe that made Jacques horrible, but he found himself rushing out the door, on his way over to Raj before he realized he wasnât one hundred percent sure where Raj would actually be. His first assumption was work, as he knew that Raj loved his job more than most things. It was great really, how passionate he was about helping others. Jacques understood that passion with every fiber of his own being. He did. It was something he knew Gil could never relate to, as amazing as he was.Â
Jacques drifted toward the station, his hands fidgeting and itching to go find someone to heal instead of going to find out....that Raj was still in the same place as before. That their singing, their sharing feelings had done nothing, and Jacquesâ hopes had gone up for nothing. Still, Jacques, if nothing else was a champion at trying, and he had to try now. He had to see whether Raj still wanted to be with him. If there was reason to keep trying.
He made his way into the station, glancing around and catching sight of Rajâs boss and partner, Copper Russell. An awkward smile spread across his face. âHey Copp- I mean Sheriff...Sheriff Russell sir...â Wow Jacques, starting out strong here. âWould you happen to know where I might find Raj?â He asked, hopeful that the cop would be willing to share that information. Still, he added, just in case it would help his case, âPlease...I have to tell him something really important.â That wasnât even a lie. He did. He really needed to tell Raj everything.
Copper raised an eyebrow at him...which was fair. Maybe he sounded just a touch desperate. Still, he was nice enough. Informative even. Thank god. "Yeah, he's in his office...everything alright?" The other asked, and Jacques nodded quickly. âYeah yeah, of course. Just, after you start singing feelings at someone you just want to you know...check in...apologize for singing ABBA...you know..â He said with a sheepish smile. Copper was still giving him a weird look. "Sure, sure. ehm, good luck?" Copper replied, and Jacques beamed at him. âThank you Sheriff!â He waved and then rushed over to Rajâs office, pushing the door open without really thinking.
An awkward smile stretched across his face and he paused in the doorway. âUmm...heeey Raj. This is...I shouldâve knocked. Sorry, I really didnât think that through but I was hoping...could we...that is maybe...talk? For a bit? If youâre busy I can come back later though for sure. Donât worry. I can see myself out.â