"Hey" Patrick walks in.
"OH! Jesus!" Kevin recoils in surprise, thoughts coming to a sudden halt. He takes his headphones off.
"Oh, Sorry..." Patrick apologizes.
"You scared the shit out of me...." Kevin states, observing his unexpected guest holding large bags filled with the candy everyone brought in plus other office supplies.
"Well it is Halloween. What are you playing?" Patrick carries on casually, as though nothing seemed to have happened just a few days before.
"Oh... uhh just something I've already beaten about 15 times...I just haven't gotten the perfect score yet," Kevin states, trying to still recover from his half beaten mind that this man unknowingly causes...
"Here I am thinking you're shaming me by working on the weekend," Patrick laughs, fairly awkwardly.
"Well, I sort of did some work. I coded some of that app we were talking about," Kevin states, a slight smile from the memory of them talking about it so passionately without a care in the world...
Perhaps I can see a little bit of the Patrick I saw a few days ago...
"Seriously? The... gay battle game? I didn't know that you were still..."
"No... uh... I was just bored I guess...." Kevin interrupts, instantly regretting his mentioning of it. He diverts his eyes away from Patrick, unable to hold it any longer. His thoughts are going crazy again, "Inventing work for myself..." He says, seemingly in a self-pitying way.
"Anyway, what are you doing here...?" Kevin continues, "Haven't you got a party to prepare?"
Patrick happily lifts the bags obviously filled with office goodies, "That's what I'm doing!"
God... just like a happy puppy...
"...By stealing from the office?" Kevin inquires further with a slight grin. Definitely still the Patrick I love....
"Just a few Twix," Patrick laughs that goofy laugh, "you got the evite, right?"
"I did" Kevin nods, not necessarily too keen on answering that.
"Cool. You don't have to come if you don't want to. I totally get it."
Of course I want to fucking come Patrick... There's nothing more that I want than to come to your fucking house and just...
"Do you not want me to come?" Kevin asks, his thoughts provoking that question to come out.
"No! No. I just... I didn't want you to..." Patrick inhales sharply, "... think that I was having a party and purposefully not inviting you."
So, we're at the part where you're going to find it awkward if you purposefully shun me out because of what happened? Definitely the Patrick I know...
Once again, thoughts fueled with slight annoyance, "I appreciate the gesture, Patrick, but seeing as it might be my only Halloween in San Francisco," Oh God, Kevin... shut up. What am I saying? "I feel like Jon and I may opt to see the sights."
"What does that mean?" Patrick asks, his tone crisp with concern.
God... damn it
"We talked about going back to Seattle", Kevin informs him, not even sure why he did. He certainly wasn't even sure about his decision, seeing he's got a million other things running through his mind a second.
"What?" surprise is evident, face contorted disapprovingly.
Fuck it, I might as well continue. He's giving me a face like it's a big fucking surprise.
"Mm. Be good for us I think. Jon misses his family and I feel like I made him leave a job he really liked."
"I guess I get that, but..."
"But what?"
What could you possibly say that could make me stay, Patrick Murray? What 'but' is there?
Patrick exhales a troubled sigh, "You basically just got here, right?"
Kevin nods... definitely not the thing he would've wanted to hear.
That's what you had to say? That's it...? Honestly. Why can't you just tell me that you just want me to fucking stay? That's it...
"It'd be better for us..." Kevin licks his lips, darting his eyes away unable to hold a proper gaze till the end, ".... For me."
Patrick stands there awkwardly. He knew exactly what Kevin meant...
"Well... this city is really fun on Halloween, but it can also be kind of nuts, so...be safe."
"I will."
"Happy Halloween" Patrick turns and walks out of the office, almost too desperate to leave.
"Yeah. Yeah. You too..." Kevin says, watching the devil incarnate's back retreat.
Okay, perhaps not Devil's incarnate... but that sure as hell was fucking painful. God... I can't believe I said that... I can't believe I just... I... Well... It had to be done... If I don't... put a line myself... I won't be able to properly move on... yeah... mhm...
Kevin begins nodding to himself, attempting to agree with the argument in his brain. He places the headphones back on his ears and restarts the game again. He clicks on the buttons, angrily, thinking of their conversation. He watches the screen with such intensity, but his mind is wandering once more, causing him to die within game. This didn't settle nicely on Kevin's already twisted nerve, so he responds by throwing the controller down and throwing his hands up to his face, rubbing in defeat.
I can't do this shit... I'm so done... I need to get out of this glass fucking box and just... take Jon out so I can get drunk already...
Kevin looks at the clock, noticing the time.
3:30... Good enough for me...
Kevin exits out of the program, grabs his keys, and leave his office, locking the door behind him. He walks out of the building, looking around him, how busy the streets are, some shops decorative with Halloween décor. Some people are already dressed in interesting attire, hitting up the bars rather early. Kevin inhales and exhales shakingly then starts his way back to his place he wishes he could call home.
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