xp_logs | piotr and warren

Set a few hours after this email and about half an hour before this entry. Also, this log take place in the afternoon, around 4:30 PM today.

A knock sounded on Piotr's door. A muffled voice came through the door. "It's me... Can I come in?"

"It's open...," Piotr muttered. He was almost afraid to see Warren. They did have that fight about mistrust last week and haven't really spoken since. Where was he when everyone was teaming up against me? he thought.

Warren tentatively nudged the door open. He took a deep breath. "Hey," he said softly. He stepped in and sat awkwardly on the chair. He wasn't quite sure where to start. "So..."

"Look, I asked to talk to you because you've been avoiding me...avoiding everyone since last week. What's wrong Warren? Where have you been? I've been reaching out for support and I was sadly let down when I didn't hear from you..." Piotr was gaining courage, he could see Warren was slightly ashamed.

Warren's cheeks flushed. He bit his lip, but didn't speak for a while. "I... I'm sorry," he finally stammered. He cleared his throat. "No, really. I should have been there for you, and I'm sorry." He dropped his head, refusing to meet Piotr's gaze. When he spoke again, it came out in a jumbled, nervous rush. "It's just... well, you know, our fight, and then you disappeared before I had a chance to come around, and then there was that thing with my parents..."

"What thing with your parents?" Piotr continued.

Warren turned even redder, and his words were strained. "They think I'm bisexual."

Piotr paused. "Well? It's true isn't it? Why not just tell them the truth, you've been keeping it a secret for so long."

Warren finally looked up into Piotr's eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, gays are about as welcome as mutants out there in the real world," he snapped, annoyed at himself more than at Piotr. He sighed. "Sorry. It's just that... Well, they have big plans for me marrying some rich white girl from the Upper East Side and carrying on the Worthington name and all... I just don't know how to tell them that I'm... that I'm in love with a big Russian man. Not to mention that they aren't exactly gay rights activists."

Piotr reached out his hand to steady his shaking boyfriend. "Warren, I'm so sorry that this has been bothering you. I wish you would have come and talked to me, but then again, I suppose I did leave. I'm sorry I didn't tell you were I was going. You avoiding me and with our argument, I just didn't feel it necessary..." This conversation was taking a twist Piotr did not see coming.

Warren shook his head. "No, it's not your fault. I should've swallowed my pride and made up with you, but the timing was just so bad... I'm sorry." He drew in a shaky breath, and paused. He resumed, with a steadier voice. "I'm sorry I didn't defend you when people were picking on you about Amanda. To tell you the truth, I wasn't really in any mood to check the message boards, so I only had a vague idea of what was going on. But for what it's worth, I don't think you're a prick. Or a pillock." He attempted a small smile.

Piotr returned the smile and continued, "I'm happy to hear that you weren't upset with me or even so through with me that you didn't want to speak. Thank you, thank you so much for clearing this up..."

Warren pulled Piotr into an embrace. "Thank you," he mumbled into Piotr's shoulder. "And I'm sorry about our fight. The more I've been thinking about it, the more I've come to understand why you didn't tell me everything... I shouldn't have been such an ass about it." He kissed Piotr on the cheek. "I missed you."

"And I've missed you..." He gently rubbed Warren's back in their embrace. Did he ever miss the feel of those wings. "Hey, I'm going to go see Clarice. I promised her an evening and she supposidly has a great plan for tonight. Feel free to stop by if you get lonely on that Third Floor," he winked.

Warren laughed, and stood to leave. "Not now, I've promised myself I'd catch up on studying for the LSAT. Might need a study break later, though. And feel free to hide in my room if her 'plan' isn't all it's cracked up to be." He stepped outside. "Let's never fight again," he joked as he left.