December 31st, 2015
Jesse was frantic.
He paced the floors of the house, back and forth, back and forth, his cellphone clutched tightly in his hand, though there was nothing that that could do.
He had gotten word just as he was leaving work that there had been some sort of giant accident on the roads, and that a lot of people were stuck and injured between Evergreen and Indianapolis, and, well, that morning, Thomas had told Jesse that he was going to head into the city to see his brother. Of course, that had been earlier, right?
On his way home, Jesse had assured himself over and over again that things were fine, that there was no way that this was a big problem, and that Thomas would be home when he got there...but he wasn't, and yeah, that sort of put things into gear for Jesse, and he decided to call. Maybe Thomas had seen the reports, and decided to stay at his brother's, or something like that, so he called...and was met with no answer.
Thomas wasn't here, his car wasn't here, he wasn't answering his phone, he had gone to the city, and there had been...an accident. A huge accident that a lot of people had been in, critical injuries, even deaths had already been reported, and Jesse was here, all by himself, not at all sure what the fuck he was supposed to do. He called Thomas' phone again and again, hoping for something, for an answer, but there was nothing, so he paced.
What if Thomas was hurt? What if there was something really wrong. Oh god, what if he died? This was the first person that Jesse had really ever cared about, the first person to really care about him much at all, and all that he could really think about right now was how awful he felt about the whole thing. He had feelings for Thomas, far greater than he had been able to understand, and admit to himself, let alone say out loud, but he'd been growing closer to him every day, trusting him more. Hell, for Christmas, he'd shown him that by giving him handcuffs, and the promise that he wouldn't try to run again...and that if he did, he wanted Thomas to stop him, because he trusted him.
And now? Now that could all be crashing down around him.
Jesse didn't hear Thomas coming up the stairs. He didn't here any of those classic tell tale signs that someone else was in the house with him, because he was so busy worrying about the fact that said person wasn't in the house.
He hadn't though to check the dark room, because, well, Thomas' car wasn't there, and if his car wasn't there, than he wasn't there, and Jesse...did have a tendency to jump to the worst case scenario. There had been so many times in his life where that had been exactly what was happening that it was practically second nature to him now, and to go right there, without really thinking about it? That was more than par for the course with him. Sure, maybe he should have checked the whole house before he panicked, but he hadn't, and that was just...well, Jesse, for you.
He whipped around when he heard Thomas speak to him, and he dropped his phone in shock. There was Thomas. Right there. Perfectly unharmed, and jesus, was he glad for that. He didn't think that he'd ever been so glad to see anyone person in his entire life, and the relief that he felt wash over him? It was full of compassion, caring. He wasn't just glad that Thomas was there because that meant that he didn't have to deal with any of the fall out, he was glad because Thomas was okay, and that mattered to him.
"What? No, no. No more texts, I..." He gulped, looking at Thomas. He had been truly scared, truly frightened that something horrible had happened, sure that the man that he cared for had been injured, or maybe even killed, and he just...hadn't known what he would do if that were true. He'd be alone again, and now that he had someone, well, this moment had made him realize just how much he didn't want to be alone. "I...I came home, and your car wasn't here, and you'd said you were going into the city, to see your brother, you know?" He was talking very quickly, though looking right at Thomas, and maybe some of the words were getting lost, but he couldn't slow himself down. "And there was this accident, this big, huge accident between here and Indianapolis, and I tried calling you, and calling you, and calling you, and you weren't answering, and I...I..." He couldn't stop the lump rising in his throat, nor the couple of tears that slipped from his eyes. "I thought...that..."
He sniffled, shaking his head, because it was clear that he had overreacted, but he couldn't stop himself. He was feeling so many fucking things right now, and it was hard to combat all of that within him.
And god, now Thomas was going to think he was crazy.