jeongbro | Just another man in the field [1/15]

It had been a little over a week since Henry had heard from Goodnight, and he had to admit, he was a little bit worried about that. They didn't need to talk every day; it was nothing like that. But he knew that holidays could be stressful for people--they were stressful for him--and New Years had been an event. He'd heard from Goodnight after that, but his last substantial conversation had been about a week ago, and Henry was worried he might have drunk himself into a stupor.

Or worse.

So he was trying not to think of worst case scenarios on his way over to Goodnight's apartment. Worst case scenarios didn't help anyone, and especially not someone with high stress levels like Goodnight Robicheaux.

Henry reached the apartment and knocked a couple time, knuckles sharp on the door. "Mr Goodnight? You alive in there?"

He heard nothing. He waited. He knocked again. "Mr Goodnight?" Maybe if he called him by surname Goodnight would come to the door faster. Henry knew what it was like to cringe every time someone mangled your name, and Goodnight's was even more complicated than Henry's was. He was preparing to knock a third time when he heard rustling inside the apartment, and the scuttle of dog nails on the flooring. Henry put on a bright smile in anticipation of the door opening.

And open it did, but that wasn't Goodnight Robicheaux. The man standing in the door was the same height as Henry--and Goodnight--wide in the shoulders and slim in the waist, with short, wispy facial hair and ink-black hair falling to his chin. He was colored, almost to a T, in ways that Henry was familiar with, because he had the exact same coloration. Henry's smile didn't falter.

This was Billy.

Henry was just opening his mouth to say something in greeting when Billy's face transformed from vague confusion to what could only be described as the picture-definition of pissed off. Henry had never seen someone's face change so quickly. And then Billy slammed the door in his face.

Inside the apartment, Billy left his hand on the door for a moment, then turned to shout toward the bedroom. "Lucien Eugene--why is there a young Korean boy at your door?!"

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Goodnight almost laughed, except he'd heard the door slam, which meant that, more than likely, Henry was on the other side of it, awfully confused.

So he dressed himself a bit, a pair of soft pajama pants and a t-shirt, and made his way out to the front room in time to see a very annoyed Billy Rocks. "Mon cher, you did not just slam the door in that nice boy's face." He gestured toward it like it would get Billy to open it again.

Even as he spoke, though, he kept on his path toward the door, intent on opening it again if Billy didn't. "That is Henry Cheng and he's one half of the reason I have not spent more time at the bottom of a bottle in a bar since I got here."

Alright, so he'd done the majority of his drinking at home, but still. The fact that Henry coaxed him into being social, as well as provided some emotional support, kept him from wandering too far off into the deep at the possibility of spending the rest of his life without Billy.

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