It was the perfect set-up. Erwin had a fire glowing in the fireplace, a delicious pot roast in the oven, all the sides ready to be plated, champagne on ice, ring in his suit pocket. Everything was set, ready, and waiting for the perfect proposal.
Too bad it wasn't a perfect proposal.
Well… that's a little unfair to say. Everything Erwin did was perfect because the man absolutely lived for perfection. (He wouldn't have been Lieutenant General in the Marine Corps if he strived for anything less!) It was Gaara who messed everything up.
He came home all in a huff with the biggest chip on his shoulder Erwin had ever seen in their entire relationship. (And that has been a lot of chips! The man might as well been working in a Tostitos factory!)
He asked him what was wrong and played the perfect boyfriend (as he truly is), but apparently his comforting, sweetness wasn't good enough anymore. The little red-haired bastard smacked his hand away and yelled at him and damn well nearly kicked him in the shin before saying their relationship was over. You know, just like that, after 4 years. 4 years of dealing with his attitude problems, his eyeliner compulsion, and his weird ass friends.
For such a perfect man like Erwin Smith, his boyfriend – ex-boyfriend – was anything but.