Drunk idiot

[moonshadows]

“Gabriel,” Jack sighed as the lights came on, “what are you doing in my bed?”

“My bed,” he muttered, eyes shut. 

“You’re in my room, Gabriel.”

He hugged the pillow tighter. “My bed. I was here first.”

“It doesn’t exactly work that way.” Jack sounded amused, at least. 

“Oh.” Gabriel paused, then said in a small voice, “Can I stay here anyway?”

The bed dipped as Jack sat, then lay down. “I guess. As long as you let me have at least one pillow.”

Silently, Gabriel passed over the one he’d been hugging, then hugged Jack’s arm instead. 

“You’re drunk,” he said. Not in disappointment or disapproval, but as if this explained any number of things. “Gabe, why are you drunk?”

“Cuz not even I can stay sober after Jim and John.”

“Who?” He could almost hear the frown in Jack’s voice. 

“Jim Bean. Johnny Walker. They make everything better, at least for a while.” He belched. “Scuze me.”

Jack sighed again. “As long as you’re not going to throw up in my bed.”

“Nah. Nothing escapes my stomach.”

For a few minutes, there was silence. 

“How did you get in my room, anyway?”

“Please, Jack. I know everything. I guessed your password.”

“My door doesn’t have a password, Gabe. I use a fingerprint scanner.”

There was a pause. 

“Whoops.”

“Anyway, I thought you thought this was your room. You really are drunk, aren’t you?”

He belched again. “Two bottles of booze will do that. Even to me.”

“Gabriel! You’re going to make yourself sick!”

“Nah. Drank two liters of water after. And hooked up a cath bag, don’t worry, I’m not gonna wet the bed.”

“Gabe...” Jack sounded worried, fuck. “What’s wrong? This isn’t just you being a drunk idiot, this was premeditated.”

Gabriel scowled and pressed his face into Jack’s shoulder. “Things I can’t talk about.”

“You can talk to me,” Jack urged.

“No. Not even you. Not yet. Maybe some day. No promises.”

Warm lips pressed softly against his forehead. “Okay. I won’t pry. When you’re ready to talk, I’ll listen. And any time you need this, you’re always welcome.”

Tears threatened to spill from Gabriel’s closed eyes. “Thanks, Jack,” he whispered. 

Another gentle kiss against his forehead. “Sleep, you drunk idiot. I’ll pretend this didn’t happen in the morning.”