#[ahhHHHH dramaaa]

[voltadcmar]

Yes, it is anger - albeit subdued - that speaks when Kim asks the question into the room. He stands in the doorway of his colleague’s apartment, with his hands shoved into the pockets of his orange jacket; The light of the hallway behind him bleeding in from around his darkened frame. He has driven here right after finding out that the younger had left without him - causing them not to drive back to his place together, just as they had agreed upon a few days ago.

He’d known that something was up when he’d seen Harry making his way back toward his own apartment in a stance that screamed of inner frustration, tears running down his cheeks in waterfalls of emotions, only offering so much as a sad wave to the Lieutenant as their paths crossed. Somehow, Kitsuragi had suspected that it had something to do with his former partner, Vicquemare - and here Jean is, clearly crying, angered himself, close to boiling point even which unloads itself shortly after, followed with a choked-off sob and muttered apologies.

And the Lieutenant frowns, presses his lips together, then closes the door behind himself to cut them off from the nasty outside world. He takes a deliberate breath - sharp, measured - as he takes off his boots and jacket, places his shoes next to the door and his bomber on the clothes hook to his right.

Socked feet move much more quietly now as he steps through the small living room, closer toward Vicquemare. Seeing him this distressed hurts, of course - ever since they have gotten closer, emotions had attached themselves to the Lieutenant, causing him to feel things for the man that he hadn’t expected to feel - but Kim keeps his composed stance, with his hands folding onto the small of his back as he stands next to the couch, the larger man’s shivering frame, and watches his colleague shake and wipe his wet face with a calm expression.

Telling himself to let go of the initial waves of anger he’d experienced himself - from getting stood up, left behind without an explanation, and seeing his partner close to breaking point. Yes, Harry is still his partner, and he cares deeply for the man... just as much as he cares for Jean, which doesn’t make this any easier, actually.

“I’m not asking my fucking partner, Officer--...”, he starts, voice calm, steady, but with still a sharp edge to the corners of his otherwise soft tone, “--and I am asking you because I want to. You have stood me up, after all, just so you remember, Jean.”

In fact, Kim could have gone home and decide for the younger to make the first move, call him and apologize for whatever this is. But no, Kitsuragi is here, simply because he is worried (for both men) and actually cares about the one he has kissed and fucked with a couple of times by now.

@voltadcmar || prompts for emotionally stunted idiots

“  what the hell did you do?  ”

It was the end of the work day when it happened, and thank Delores for that. He's not sure he could've taken another minute of Harry. They had an argument in the parking lot on their way out. A screaming match, although it was mainly Jean yelling at Harrier. He wasn't sure what started it, even now, slouched on his couch, tears streaming down scarred cheeks.

He forgot Kim was coming over that night. They would've rode together if he didn't abruptly decide to walk home.

"Why don't you ask your fucking partner..." Vic muttered, trying to dry his tired eyes with his sleeve. He winced when he spoke. He was talking to Kim, not Harry. And Kim in no way deserved the ire he felt towards that man.

Jean always tried to watch his mouth around the lieutenant, tried to bite his tongue when he got upset with Harry. He deliberately didn't bring Harry up when they spent time together. He didn't want to get between them as much as he didn't want Kim to get caught up in his and Harry's issues. " I'm sure he'll *remember.*" Vic furrowed his brow, resting his head in his hand and shaking it. He didn't want to do this, he didn't want to snap or in front of him.

"I can't, Kim, I fucking can't." He chokes out a sob soon after, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he doesn't want to unload on him like this. He doesn't deserve it.