Remember That Time You Kiked Me? (Sequel To Kik Me Sometime (Peterick))

Time To Think (TW)

"Punk!" Pete laughed as he looked down at his phone, "Did you see what Jon renamed the groupchat?"

With the lack of response, Pete looked up to see Patrick looking off at the wall. His face was blank, as if he was going through different thoughts in his head. Pete frowned. He reached over and brushed his fingers lightly against Patrick's exposed arm.

"Punk? You okay?" He asked softly.

Patrick seemed to blink back into reality with a nod. "Fine." He replied, simply.

Pete pulled his hand away from Patrick's arm. He knew his fiancé was lying. Patrick could be read like an open book at times, and this was one of those times.

"Is it still about... You know..." Pete trailed off, not really sure how to approach the subject from months ago. If they had discussed it sooner, maybe it wouldn't be this hard now...

"Nothing is wrong, Pete." Patrick said as he slid out of bed to walk across the room to get a drink he had left on the dresser.

"If nothing was wrong, you wouldn't of used my name." Pete said, softly. He adjusted, uncomfortably, before speaking again. "If it's about the dreams or anything-"

"Can we just drop it and sleep?" Patrick asked, plastering a fake smile on his face.

"If we're going to be married, we can't keep secrets from each other.." Pete murmured, looking down.

Patrick bit his lip as several emotions filled his head. He took a shakey breath before finally speaking. "Why would you try to keep it a secret how many pills you took that night?" Patrick questioned, finally cluing Pete into what was on his mind. "Why would you try to keep it a secret, then call Joe to ask how long until I came home? Why would you?.." Patrick's voice cracked as he felt tears in his eyes.

He didn't blame Pete for the things that pushed him into thinking that was his only way out. Patrick was mad he couldn't help. He was mad that he almost lost the opportunity to help him ever again. He couldn't help his own feelings of hurt and pain from that night.

"I wanted to see you before..." Pete whispered, almost inaudibly.

Patrick shook his head, tears flowing freely down his face. "I don't want to live with the image of you dying in my arms!" He yelled, feeling himself shake. He didn't want to yell at Pete, but his emotions were overriding his brain. "For fucks sake, Pete, I love you but I can't do that for you!"

"I've said I'm sorry!"

"I don't want you to be sorry for how you felt, but it's not fair to leave me without even a tiny warning..." Patrick tugged at his hair, "I just..." He shook his head, throwing his arms in the air. "No secrets... I'm going to stay with someone for a few nights..."

Maybe it will stop the dreams, Patrick thought as he swiped tears from his cheeks.

Pete watched sadly as Patrick walked over to their now shared closet, grabbing a backpack. He stayed silent as the shorter man went to the drawers, grabbing a handful of clothes and shoving them into the backpack. He knew he had hurt Patrick, but they had never really talked about it. They should of just talked about it to avoid something like this...

"I love you." Pete whispered as Patrick grabbed his phone from the bed.

Patrick froze. He didn't look at Pete, but he did speak quietly. "I love you too, Pete. That's why I need time to think."