#c;stephen

Raul really was piss poor at figuring out how to apologize to people.

That whole night had been a mess, and Raul felt horrible about the whole exchange. He’d acted like a child, he knew that, and he was surprised that people were still talking to him. Really, he’d taken too many painkillers and his mind had drifted away with him. Damn his fucking back for sending him down that rabbit hole. He’d already apologized to the people who had stuck with him, and now he had someone else to apologize to. Someone who barely knew him at all.

Now with a takeout container in hand, Raul rapped his fist against the door and waited for the professor to answer. He hoped the man was in and that the student he had asked hadn’t been lying about it, but Raul supposed he would be finding out soon enough.

"Guys! Get it together! We go on in five!" Stephen looked around, panicking slightly, "Has anyone seen Will? I'm going to kill him." 

Stephen could hear people filing into the old warehouse that was now used as a concert venue, and Stephen's band was the first on, which was in now four minutes, and Will was still nowhere to be found. Stephen quickly peeked out from the curtains and gulped at the size of the crowd.