CALEB wasn’t sure whether he had been avoiding bash or actively seeking him out. and while that was a strange, complicated confusion to have, either way he hadn’t seen the other man the entire party. he was starting to believe bash hadn’t showed, maybe had chosen the memorial over the party or was sacrificing himself to distract his dad or something valiant and above everyone else along the same lines. because in caleb’s opinion, bash WAS above everyone else. he was better than the lot of them, including himself.
his question was answered after an unfortunate amount of shots had been downed, despite the mental gymnastics his rational brain would be attempting had he seen bash earlier in the night. what to say to him, how to address what had happened, how to explain that it was largely a mistake, but not the fault of bash.. luckily for the both of them, drunk caleb didn’t let any of the what if’s get to him. pulling bash into a one armed hug from behind and ruffling his curls, caleb whispered sloppily in his ear, “hello gorgeous,” the same phrase the other boy had used the morning after the INCIDENT. @bashlockwood
