OOM: ... let your heart be light ...

[ikissdhimbck]

Christmas Eve.

The bar proper is full of holiday cheer. Decorations of all sorts, presents under the tree, the hum of laughter and song. It's inescapable.

Some rooms even have wreaths on their doors.


Not Room #100.

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[ikissdhimbck]

She could tell.








"M'fine. S'just late."

Go away.

[gavin62truck]

This...is a new response.

It confuses him.



"Heh. That never stopped you before, honey."

[ikissdhimbck]

Another pause.





Fabric shuffles.

There's a click, like that of a light switch.

(Had she been sitting in the dark?)


"I'm not in the mood tonight, Tommy. Couldja go away?"

[gavin62truck]

Okay, now that is a new response.

She'd never flat-out told him to go away.

"Okay, well, we don't hafta-- Can we just-- y'know, talk or something? Seriously, are you okay?"

[ikissdhimbck]

"Talk?"




Pause.


"It's Christmas Eve, Tommy. Don't y'have someplace t'be?"

Her voice is a little rough.

[gavin62truck]

And she's never used that tone of voice with him before. At least not when it wasn't warranted.

"Yeah, actually," he replies, his own voice a bit snappish. "I'm working tonight. I'm in the middle of a shift and I just got back from a call. I just wanted to see you."

[ikissdhimbck]

"Well, I don't think that's a good idea."

[gavin62truck]

He chokes out a stiff, short laugh devoid of amusement.

"And why not?"

[ikissdhimbck]

"Because I don't want t'see you."

She finally snaps, emotion twisting the weariness in her voice.

[gavin62truck]

"Well, Jeezus Christ, what the hell did I do this time?"

Exasperation and frustration are getting the better of him.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Nothin', just — "

Her voice catches.



It's quiet for a while.

(There's a sound like a breath being taken from behind her hands.)

"Jus' go away, Tommy."

[gavin62truck]

He puts his ear to the door. Is she crying?

"I ain't gonna go away until you either tell me what's wrong or you open this goddamn door."

He grabs the knob and rattles it.

"C'mon!"

[ikissdhimbck]

"Stop. You're gonna cause a scene!"

[gavin62truck]

"The hell d'you mean by that? I don't cause scenes!"

This a blatant denial of the truth.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Calm down."

This isn't what she wanted.




The lock turns.


Inside, the room is dark and unadorned. The bed is unmade. The curtains drawn. Kate tightens her silk robe, crossing her arms. Her hair is braided for bed and pulled over her shoulder, eyes dark and puffy.

She looks at him and then looks away, nothing to say.

[gavin62truck]

Finally, the door opens, and--

"Jeezus, honey, are you sick? Why didn't you say so?"

He comes closer, reaches out to touch her face.

The smell of acrid soot is still strong on him.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Don't."

She flinches away from his touch.



"Y'said you'd go away if I opened the door, so are y'satisfied?"

She really didn't want him to see her.

[gavin62truck]

He blinks when she flinches. Shocked. Hurt.

She'd never--

Why--

What--

There are so many things she's doing and saying that she'd never done and said before and it's confusing the hell out of him.

He just wanted to talk. To hold her. Kiss her. Be with someone in this whole goddamned universe who cares.

"No. I'm not."

It's the flinch that gets to him more than anything. It reminds him of the first time he tried to kiss her. It reminds him that he did something wrong.

"C'mon, honey, just talk to me."

He reaches for her elbow this time.

[ikissdhimbck]

"No. I don't — "

She wipes at her eyes, pulling her arm away from his grasp.

God, he smells like smoke. Like smoke, and leather, and aftershave.

"I don't wanna see you right now, Tommy. All right? I don't wanna see you."

[gavin62truck]

Her pulling away stings like a smack in the face, and he can't decide if he's more confused or angry about it.

I don't wanna see you.

It would take the force of a blunt instrument to get something through Tommy's thick skull. She can't get more blunt than that.

He still doesn't understand.

He thinks he didn't do anything wrong. But eventually, they all find ways to blame him. it would've come to this anyway.




"Fine."

The word is bitter. He backs away, hands held up. He won't touch her again.

[ikissdhimbck]

She pinches the bridge of her nose.

Composing herself.




"I'm upset. I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna whore myself out, I jus' want you t'leave."

[gavin62truck]

His jaw drops.

"Whore yourself out? Seriously? Is that what you think--? That I--"




He steps away even further. He gets the message now.

"Y'know what? Fine. Fine. Sue me for giving a shit, but hey, guess what, honey, I don't give a shit anymore. I probably shouldn't have given a shit to begin with, but too bad I'm just a huge goddamn idiot. So, whatever. You win. Happy now? Jeezus Christ. I'll see ya 'round, honey -- or maybe I won't."

And he finally turns to leave.

Angry. Confused.

So confused.

[ikissdhimbck]

Is that what you think — ? That I — ?

That he — ? No. No, not him.

But she doesn't get the chance to say so. He's turning away. It's exactly what she wanted. That he chooses to leave her for good as well — well.

It's probably for the best.

She purses her lips, nodding — though he won't be able to see her — tamping down the tears that flood her eyes unbidden.


And closes the door.

Locking it.