#freethemadking

It’d been so long since everything that had happened; the sniper at the dinner, Michael and Ryan being bloody idiots...Ryan getting himself shot. Sure, Gavin had definitely been mad about it but....the more he came to think about it he more he started to feel guilty for doing what he did. For punching Ryan. It had been a long time coming but he knew he had to apologise somehow, even if he couldn’t quiet get the words right no matter how many times he rehearsed to himself. He’d started panicking, thinking that the longer he took the more Ryan wouldn’t like him anymore...it made him feel anxious enough to turn his stomach into knots...but he’s here now.

 Gavin’s palms are sweaty. His knees...weak, arms...heavy. There's no vomit on his sweater, no spaghetti, however, he's nervous, On the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs enough to get through this. His fingers curl and fiddle in the packaging of the Taco Bell he’d brought-- not exactly sure what Ryan would want so he bought a small selection of burritos and a few nachos too, all alongside a can of diet coke. At least he knew the guy would like that..right?

One week should be enough time to realize that you regret you’ve done something, shouldn’t it? But Mica feels no regret, no remorse, and very little ill-ease for the death of the man at the club last week. Chris has checked up on her, Michael too- but the only discomfort Mica has felt is from their assuring her that she must feel something, and it’s okay to feel something-- the passing thought of getting caught is there, too, but on the sidelines. She could figure a way out of that by now, surely... 

[his fingers slip]

[SMS: Drama Dad] Because I’m dying