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matter. He figured his obvious concern for Davy was probably rubbing Nate the wrong way, but he didn’t know what he could do about it. After a minute listening to shuffling and some muffled speaking on the other end of the line, Nate finally came back.
“Dude, why haven’t you tried, I don’t know, asking him ?”
“Because that’d only get me so far with him. Dude, you know he’s not one to talk about his problems.”
Nate huffed again. Gavin considered throwing his phone but that wouldn’t make him feel any better and wouldn’t get him any closer to whatever Nate knew. “Nate, c’mon. Did he say anything weird before he left?”
“Look, Gavin. All I know is he looked pretty crushed when you walked off to hook up with that dude at the party. I’d almost talked him into staying or at least waiting for a ride until he saw you guys wander off.”
Gavin grimaced. How’d he not even consider that?
“I thought you guys were just friends, anyway.” Oh yeah. That’s why.
“We are. I don’t know why it’d bother him.”
“Well it did. Bad. Are we done here?”
“Yeah. Sure. Thanks a lot, Nate.”
Nate didn’t hear the thanks, though. He’d already ended the call. Gavin didn’t have the energy to deal with that now. He was too busy reeling from the idea that Davy may have actually been interested in him, and he may have fucked it up, yet again. He could handle Davy not wanting him and being his friend, but he couldn’t handle not having Davy around at all because they were both suffering from what they thought were unrequited feelings. He was horrified to try anything, though. He wasn’t exactly relationship material, and they were about as compatible in that department as oil and water. All he knew was that he needed to tread carefully if he didn’t want to lose Davy for good. And for some reason, he knew he couldn’t handle that.
G AVIN TOOK a deep breath and held his fist up to knock. Davy was on the other side of that door, and everything in Gavin was being pulled toward the man. He didn’t understand it—the need that made his stomach cramp with nerves. It was that feeling that made him want to turn and run the other way, leaving Davy to think the worst of him so they could fade out of each other’s lives. But even the thought of that made Gavin’s heart thud with misery.
He’d driven around for twenty minutes before deciding to drive over to Davy’s apartment. In the end, something in his gut wouldn’t let him not go. So he’d made the trip up to Davy’s door on the fourth floor, where he’d paced the halls after his first two aborted attempts to knock on the door.
He’d never chased after someone, certainly not a friend. He didn’t feel the need to explain himself to anyone, but the idea that he’d hurt Davy didn’t sit well with him. He didn’t have a damn clue what to say, though. Charm would never work on Davy. The guy seemed immune to all of Gavin’s usual tricks.
Man up, loser. He took a deep breath and finally knocked. He waited for a moment and heard no movement on the other side of the door. He considered knocking again, then considered leaving. Davy might not even be home. Hell, Gavin could have had the wrong apartment. He’d only dropped Davy off once or twice but he’d never been inside. He’d had to look at the mailboxes in the lobby for Cooper and hoped he had the right one.
When the door cracked open, Gavin exhaled in relief as Davy’s familiar blue eyes blinked through the opening and he swung the door wider. “Gavin? What are you doing here?”
Gavin held up a six-pack. “I come bearing gifts.”
Davy looked mildly put out. “You guys are seriously trying to give me a drinking problem.”
Gavin shrugged. “What can I say? We like to share the love.” Davy’s face went stone-solid at that, making Gavin wince. “Bad choice of words.” Davy stared. “Can I come in?”
Davy looked as though he wanted to say no, but manners obviously
“Dude, why haven’t you tried, I don’t know, asking him ?”
“Because that’d only get me so far with him. Dude, you know he’s not one to talk about his problems.”
Nate huffed again. Gavin considered throwing his phone but that wouldn’t make him feel any better and wouldn’t get him any closer to whatever Nate knew. “Nate, c’mon. Did he say anything weird before he left?”
“Look, Gavin. All I know is he looked pretty crushed when you walked off to hook up with that dude at the party. I’d almost talked him into staying or at least waiting for a ride until he saw you guys wander off.”
Gavin grimaced. How’d he not even consider that?
“I thought you guys were just friends, anyway.” Oh yeah. That’s why.
“We are. I don’t know why it’d bother him.”
“Well it did. Bad. Are we done here?”
“Yeah. Sure. Thanks a lot, Nate.”
Nate didn’t hear the thanks, though. He’d already ended the call. Gavin didn’t have the energy to deal with that now. He was too busy reeling from the idea that Davy may have actually been interested in him, and he may have fucked it up, yet again. He could handle Davy not wanting him and being his friend, but he couldn’t handle not having Davy around at all because they were both suffering from what they thought were unrequited feelings. He was horrified to try anything, though. He wasn’t exactly relationship material, and they were about as compatible in that department as oil and water. All he knew was that he needed to tread carefully if he didn’t want to lose Davy for good. And for some reason, he knew he couldn’t handle that.
G AVIN TOOK a deep breath and held his fist up to knock. Davy was on the other side of that door, and everything in Gavin was being pulled toward the man. He didn’t understand it—the need that made his stomach cramp with nerves. It was that feeling that made him want to turn and run the other way, leaving Davy to think the worst of him so they could fade out of each other’s lives. But even the thought of that made Gavin’s heart thud with misery.
He’d driven around for twenty minutes before deciding to drive over to Davy’s apartment. In the end, something in his gut wouldn’t let him not go. So he’d made the trip up to Davy’s door on the fourth floor, where he’d paced the halls after his first two aborted attempts to knock on the door.
He’d never chased after someone, certainly not a friend. He didn’t feel the need to explain himself to anyone, but the idea that he’d hurt Davy didn’t sit well with him. He didn’t have a damn clue what to say, though. Charm would never work on Davy. The guy seemed immune to all of Gavin’s usual tricks.
Man up, loser. He took a deep breath and finally knocked. He waited for a moment and heard no movement on the other side of the door. He considered knocking again, then considered leaving. Davy might not even be home. Hell, Gavin could have had the wrong apartment. He’d only dropped Davy off once or twice but he’d never been inside. He’d had to look at the mailboxes in the lobby for Cooper and hoped he had the right one.
When the door cracked open, Gavin exhaled in relief as Davy’s familiar blue eyes blinked through the opening and he swung the door wider. “Gavin? What are you doing here?”
Gavin held up a six-pack. “I come bearing gifts.”
Davy looked mildly put out. “You guys are seriously trying to give me a drinking problem.”
Gavin shrugged. “What can I say? We like to share the love.” Davy’s face went stone-solid at that, making Gavin wince. “Bad choice of words.” Davy stared. “Can I come in?”
Davy looked as though he wanted to say no, but manners obviously
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