Lei has been walking around Downtown with his nose stuck to his phone all day. He couldn't help it. Ever since he got Sid's number, he'd been stuck in cloud nine for days, and while the man was probably up to his usual antics to reply to his texts immediately, it always seemed like he made time for him.
He didn't have a lot of people that wanted to hang out with him. He liked the feeling.
It was helping him get over Deith, in a way. Like most things in his life, he completely blew up his chances with that one! The day they were supposed to meet, Lei got sick from fighting the ocean several times that week, and he wasn't able to contact him or find him at the beach. Why didn't he give him his number? What the fuck was wrong with him?
Whatever. Lei needed groceries.
He walked to the market, nose still firmly planted on his phone screen until he bumped into this asshole that didn't move away when he collided directly to their body. Lei fell over backwards and dropped his phone on the ground.
"Watch where you're going, shitbag!" He grabbed his phone and — shit.
Shit.
His breath hitched. The person wasn't a shitbag. It was Deith. Now? Now!? Of all freaking times, he bumped into him!? Not when he looked for him all over, not when he would eat out alone looking out into the window to see if he'd pass by, not at any other time when he longed for him it was almost physically painful — he had to find him now?
"I... Hey. Sorry. For everything."
Shit, he was going to cry again. He forced himself up and looked away, but he didn't move from his position. "I mean, bumping into you and... not showing up before. I got sick. It sucked."
He didn't have a lot of people that wanted to hang out with him. He liked the feeling.
It was helping him get over Deith, in a way. Like most things in his life, he completely blew up his chances with that one! The day they were supposed to meet, Lei got sick from fighting the ocean several times that week, and he wasn't able to contact him or find him at the beach. Why didn't he give him his number? What the fuck was wrong with him?
Whatever. Lei needed groceries.
He walked to the market, nose still firmly planted on his phone screen until he bumped into this asshole that didn't move away when he collided directly to their body. Lei fell over backwards and dropped his phone on the ground.
"Watch where you're going, shitbag!" He grabbed his phone and — shit.
Shit.
His breath hitched. The person wasn't a shitbag. It was Deith. Now? Now!? Of all freaking times, he bumped into him!? Not when he looked for him all over, not when he would eat out alone looking out into the window to see if he'd pass by, not at any other time when he longed for him it was almost physically painful — he had to find him now?
"I... Hey. Sorry. For everything."
Shit, he was going to cry again. He forced himself up and looked away, but he didn't move from his position. "I mean, bumping into you and... not showing up before. I got sick. It sucked."