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I’ll be over in ten.

Peter stared at the text on his screen for a minute or so before the words really clicked in his head. His best friend apparently had had enough of being ignored over the last month and a half since the funeral. The calls and texts had petered off by then, well, from everyone other than Elliot. A call in the morning went unanswered, the same with the few texts that came in throughout the day, and once again with the call that came in the evening. He knew cutting himself off from everyone wasn’t healthy. Some small part of his brain screamed at him to pick up the phone, but he couldn’t bring himself to pretend to be even remotely ok around people. 

When the knock finally came he was half tempted to ignore it, and he would have if Elliot didn’t know exactly where his spare key was hidden. “Elliot...” His words were quiet in an attempt to hide the crack that he knew would be there. Though the pinprick of fresh tears were more than enough to give away just how he was feeling at the moment. “Hi.”

Tyson had been spening more and more time lately with his son. They had always been close, but as his boy grew older the business of both of their schedules caused a slight drift. However, Hunter had recently expressed an interest in going to the gym more often, and asked Tyson to help him out. His biggest hobby and pasttime, Tyson was glad to help. He was proud of his son for wanting to develop himself, and he knew he’d be a good asset in the boy’s journey. They had only recently started going to the gym together, and Hunter was a fast learner. 

Tanner looked at Clark, using the line of vision he had from the bed into the bathroom shower. Head tilted to the side. His hand twisted to the side, making sure the water was in the right amount of heat without burning him but keeping the steam from clogging his view. Oh, he felt so lucky, even if the age difference would be a problem for a lot of people.

Trace came home early from basketball practice and flopped down on his brother’s couch, right next to the older male. Freshly showered Trace rested his head ( wet hair and all ) on his brother’s shoulder, “Hey” he smirked, his brown eyes making eye contact with his handsome brother he had been pining for, “Want you help your favorite brother out with something?” he questioned.

Nathaniel didn’t expect to run across Wade that day, after all they hadn’t seen each other in a while and as a shitty as it probably was to say it, he’d rather not do that now. Things were... good, for the first time in years if he was being honest, and as much as he enjoyed the other’s company his ‘relationship’ with the younger man had been one of the mistakes he was trying to fix.

He couldn’t ignore him once they spotted each other though, so he smiled politely, fixing his tie and wiping his mouth in a napkin. “Hey, Wade.” He muttered, offering him a seat a second too late, “I... haven’t seen you in a while. Everything okay?”

Charlie smiled at Rory, being alone with the young intern after hours meant this would probably happen at some point. He didn’t mind it, in fact he felt himself looking forward to his advances, pretending he wasn’t as he shook his head at him, leaning down to kiss his lips. What started as soft pecks soon turned to him pulling the boy closer, claiming his lips as he ground their hips together, walking back until his hips met his desk. Hands moving down to Rory’s ass, giggling softly as he checked the empty office once more, the boy had a way of making him feel young again. “We have to stop doing this at the office.” He whispered, even as he began to undress him, knowing very well he had no intention of stopping this habit of theirs.