tushanshu_logs | there will be time to murder and create; closed

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.

Threaded | Flat

Oh, no. Not again.

Tony approaches the table slowly, his expression wary. What could Gene possibly be wanting to talk about? Last time he'd wanted to "talk," it had been to ask Tony to kill him if Malicant ever took control of him. Somehow Tony doesn't think that this talk is going to be about planning a date for Valentine's day.

He sees Gene's packed bag and his heart skips a beat. He'd thought things had been going so well...

"Okay." He hesitates, and then reluctantly asks, "What do you want to talk about?"

Gene has been something close to manic for the past few days.

He allowed himself the remainder of the awful day - and only the remainder - to wallow in his depression and his anger. He'd fallen asleep sitting up at the table, unwilling to sleep in the bed that they had shared; he had a mild superstition that it might doom the pair of them once and for all, that his presence in the bed alone might sully their relationship beyond repair.

The next morning, he still felt like hot garbage, but he carefully tamped down all of his remaining emotions and locked them away, because he had work to do.

He'd been lobbying the family heads - except for Zanru. He'd kept well away from Stark Industries and the Metal Sector in general. He didn't want to see Tony, and he didn't want Tony to see him and get the wrong idea about why he was there.

It hurt too much, if he let himself think about it. So he didn't, and continued attempting to draft a solution for what to do with the Palace. The fact that he missed meals and didn't see much of a need to sleep until his body forced him to was entirely irrelevant.

And it is like this that Tony will find him when he finally returns - seemingly very busy and engrossed in his papers, but looking tired and haunted for all that.

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February 7, evening