Ray regretted not going home when he was supposed to. None of this would have happened if he had just gone home. But as hard as he had tried to stop the argument between them, it was all in vain. He watched Ryan head out the door of the office and head to the bathroom, his face contorted in absolute anguish. It hurt to see Ryan in such a sensitive state. shaking and sniffling.
‘Why the fuck did you bring that up, Narvaez?’ Ray asks himself mentally, biting his tongue in an attempt to keep from grinding his teeth. He’s stressed and angry, on the verge of tears, and about ready to get up and go explode at Ryan again. But he knew that wouldn’t be a good idea. None of this was a good idea. “Fuck,” he blurted out, pulling his glasses off and wiping his eyes on the sleeve of his hoodie. Ray sniffled and just stood there. Maybe he should apologize to the older male that had somehow seemed to sustain more damage than himself.
Yeah, an apology. But how? He wonders to himself what he could possibly say alongside an apology that would even remotely fix things between them. The puerto rican is sat for a few more minutes, deciding that nothing could fix things so quickly, but he needed to apologize. And it had to be sincere. He brings himself up out of his chair in the office and trudges to the washroom, hearing stifled sniffling and gasps. That was enough to bring more tears to his eyes, and even allowing for some to escape down his cheeks and onto his hoodie.
He inhales slowly, gently pushing the door open. His throat tightens as he lays eyes upon Ryan. It’s obvious he’s broken and it only helps to hurt Ray even more. “R-Ryan,” he stammers, barely able to bring himself to actually enter the bathroom.
His head snapped towards the direction of Ray’s voice, slightly alarmed hearing it. He quickly turned away, trying to regain as much of his stature as he possibly could. Wiping the stray tears that had rolled past his eyelashes, he cleared his throat, trying to think.
He didn’t know what to say, he had no idea how to handle talking to Ray without completely lashing out. Ryan felt a strong urge to just yell at the younger man, but he didn’t want exactly want to. He didn’t want Ray to feel worse than he probably already was, let alone know what had happened a few days ago.
“What the hell do you want, Ray?” His words came out harsher than he’d wish, but at this point his emotions were getting the best of him.
saved as: #patandpercival #IM SUPER OUT OF IDEAS BRUH #idk bruh i was thinking of ryan doing something illegal on accident?? #i was actually thinking about him getting really drunk at a party or bc he was really sad or something #and remember vaguely that he commited a hit and run?? #but idk thats p much all i can think of #and maybe he has been really snappy at ray bc ray has been asking ryan why he wasnt talking very much #and asking what hes not telling him?? #and ryan ended being a total jerk face and yelling at him?? #and now this is happening #idk that probably wasnt a very clear explanation but yeh #thats all i got #also sorry my reply is so short #tid; Too Much #ic