there will be time to murder and create; closed

[wrathfulkhan]

Characters: Gene Khan, Tony Stark; Milyn, possibly, later.
Date: February 4th
Location: Midnight Hotel; later, Milyn's clinic
Situation: Time to return home and face FULL-LIFE CONSEQUENCES. But first...
Warnings/Rating: Talk of long-since-committed murder. Definite sappy gay bullshit. Probably boys yelling. I don't know?

And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

When Tony returns to their shared room, he will find all of Gene's meager belongings carefully packed into a bag - as though he's preparing to leave, or is ready for being told to leave - and Gene himself sitting at the table, the rings on their string sitting before him, his head bowed in an attitude of contemplation.

"I need to talk to you," he says, looking up when Tony enters, his voice slightly hoarse, his face carefully blank.

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[wrathfulkhan]

Gene seems surprised that Tony reaches out to take his hand, but this time, he doesn't withdraw or flinch away. Instead, he takes the offered hand, hesitantly, a little shyly.

He hadn't asked for Tony's forgiveness or reached out on his own, and what's more, he wouldn't - that isn't his call to make, he isn't the wronged party, he doesn't get to presume a right to any affection, any absolution - but this, at least, gives him a little bit of hope. Perhaps misplaced hope, but hope all the same.

Maybe, he dares to think, things might end up kind of okay.

[highprofilerichkid]

The walk back from the clinic is much like the walk there: full of awkward silence. Back in their room at the Hotel, Tony turns to Gene, looking uncertain and faintly uncomfortable.

"I think I'm going to take a shower and... maybe go to SI. To talk to Zanru about getting some lab time." If he can bring her around, he'll be scarce for a while - but Gene will know where he is.

[wrathfulkhan]

Gene nods, still moving a little mechanically, unwilling to properly let his guard down until Tony is gone. Because that's what he's doing, isn't it? Leaving.

They will leave you. They will always leave you. He hears Malicant's words in his head as though they're spoken in his ear, and he tries to shrug them off - but Tony leaving still sends a spike of cold fear through his gut.

"Okay," he says, because he dare not ask for help, for Tony to stay and assuage his fears. "If that's what you need."

[highprofilerichkid]

Tony nods and just says, "Thanks." Then he disappears into the bathroom to shower.

When he's out and dressed again, he grabs a small bag and tosses a few things into it. His juulan, some snacks, a change of shirt and underwear: basic Lab Marathon gear.

Bag in hand, he stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, looking at Gene. "I'll be back," he promises, giving the words a little more weight than the usual offhand goodbye. But I'll be back... soon? eventually? when things make sense again?. He settles on "Later."

[wrathfulkhan]

In the interval, Gene had stumbled to the chair he'd sat in earlier, a few hours ago, a lifetime ago. He had stared at the rings on the table while Tony took his shower before angrily sweeping them off onto the floor with a grunt of frustration.

The noise would likely have been covered up by the shower.

He'd taken a few deep breaths and put his head in his hands, resuming his mask of composure when he heard the water turn off. But he'd made no move to retrieve the rings.

He doesn't look at the bag. That would mean acknowledging that Tony might not come back.

"Okay," he says, and he manages to have it not sound too strained. "I'll see you then, I guess."

[highprofilerichkid]

"Yeah." Tony nods.

And then, giving Gene one last uncertain, conflicted look, he walks out.