Fabian Prewett

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It was almost crazy, how quickly Davey felt relaxed when he felt like he hadn’t truly relaxed in ages. Only it wasn’t crazy. This was how things worked with best mates, wasn’t it? Didn’t matter if you didn’t talk for awhile, because as soon as you were back together again it was like no time passed. Only in this case time had passed, because the story Otto was telling was one Davey was certain he’d have hard already if he hadn’t been a shit mate. Still, he brushed the thought aside, not yet willing to go back to the tension from before. “The fuck?” He pulled another face. “You didn’t eat it though, right? I mean – I’d have pocketed that shit, yeah?” Manners be damned, if someone gave Davey a plate with gold on it you can be he wouldn’t be eating it. His smile broadened when Otto got in a dig at Galvin, Davey choosing to ignore the uncomfortable twinge of guilt in that given how Galvin had covered for him yesterday. He was still a git. And Otto’s joke was still funny.

If only they could have kept things light. Maybe Otto would have let him, if Davey hadn’t opened his big mouth. But it had been the right thing, clearly, because Otto wasn’t telling him he hadn’t been a shit mate. He was nodding his agreement. Davey deserved that, even though it stung. What he wasn’t ready for was what Otto finally said. What was this about new mates again? Confusion flickered across Davey’s face, his heart dropping when Otto explained. “Fuck,” he breathed, his free hand moving up so he could press his palm to his temple. Truthfully – Davey didn’t remember the day Otto mentioned specifically. Yard work was one of many lies he’d made up to tell Otto why he couldn’t hang out. A fact that just made this even worse. Otto had been trying to help him, and all Davey could do was lie. Even now, as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t tell the truth. “It’s not like that, Otto,” he said quietly, moving his hand so he could look at the other, voice dripping with desperation for the other to believe him. “I haven’t got new friends or anything, I just… I lied because I can’t talk about it,” there it was again, that truth that wasn’t good enough. ”But I shouldn’t have lied, I should have just …told you I couldn’t tell you what I was doing.” Fuck, that wasn’t any better. And Davey wasn’t sure how much that would have helped things, really, but it would have certainly been better than Otto showing up to help him only to find out he’d been lied to. “I want to tell you, mate, I do,” he said in earnest, wanting so badly for Otto to believe that. “I just – I can’t. And it’s fucking killing me, you know?” Davey’s voice cracked at that, his gaze dropping to that burn mark in the carpet. All of it was killing him. The secrets, the lies, the fact he wasn’t even done with training but now he was sporting a burn on his side that still wasn’t fully healed because he’d been called into the field already. The fact that his whole life felt like it was being flipped upside down, and even though some of it was good it was still a lot, a lot that he wanted to be able to talk through with someone who understood him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered to the carpet, feeling like an even bigger prat. Why had he even come here, knowing he couldn’t offer Otto anything? Joining the Order had been an easy enough decision, all things considered – but Davey hadn’t thought he might lose his best mate over it.

Otto laughed at Davey’s words. This felt normal. Like maybe whatever weird shit had been up with Davey was finally passed. His parents had said they thought it was just because of the whole almost dying thing. Told Otto to give him some time. He’d come around they’d said. And it looked like maybe they were right. Ludo was wrong with his assessment that Davey was becoming more like Galvin. “Who the fuck eats gold, mate? I don’t think that shits edible.” Just because they put it on a plate didn’t make it edible. “Besides why else do you think I’m here? Ludo says he’s never taking me out to eat again. A win, right?” It wasn’t that he hated going out with Ludo. But now that Ludo was famous going out felt very high pressure. Something Otto just couldn’t handle. “Sadly the goblins wouldn’t take it. Said there wasnt’ enough there to be worth anything.” That felt like bullshit given that it was fucking gold. All gold was supposed to be worth something. Or so Otto thought. “Anyway I got it in a jar in my room now, it’s pretty cool.” Even though this was a sign of how distant things had been between the two Otto still smiled over at Davey as he talked.

But the fun had to stop sometime with all the weeks of being blown off between them. All the lies. Lies that Davey looked sorry for. Yet he was still talking around things, claiming he couldn’t talk about it. What the fuck? “No, I don’t know,” he told Davey honestly, anger seeping in. “Because you’re not fucking talking about it. What the hell are you doing, mate? Are you into drugs or some shit? We’re supposed to be best mates, best mates that tell each other everything. My parents say it’s because you almost died. Ludo says you’re turning into Galvin. And you say you can’t fucking talk about it. Why the hell did you come over here if you didn’t want to talk about it?” Otto felt weird being this mad. Especially at it being directed at Davey of all people. Davey who looked more miserable than Otto had ever seen him. “Just tell me this,” he spoke up, no longer angry sounding. “Are you done with whatever has been going on? Are we gonna hang out again? Screw off at work? Be mates again?” Because they hadn’t been mates. But Otto wanted that. He wanted his best mate back. If this was over, if Davey was done acting like a prick Otto was willing to let go of it all. Even without a proper explanation.