Welcome to my first fic in a while. I'm just vibing with PruCan right now so I thought why not scribble up a shawty.

Chapter 1: The First Reset

"I just don't understand why you're mad at me!" The white haired man called out to his significant other who was power walking away.

"You do this every time, Gilbert! Every single damn time!"

"Mattie, please!"

The shorter man stopped abruptly, the taller Gilbert almost colliding with him in his haste. Gilbert looked down into the violet eyes of his furious lover. The pale man's face was as red as his puffer coat. Gilbert had definitely made an oopsie. It was almost like there was steam coming out of Mattie's ears.

"That was Alfred's Christmas party! I haven't seen my family in nearly four years, you knew what tonight meant to me!"

"Come on, Mattie. You were just so cute under the mistletoe."

"Stop with the Mattie! I'm so angry right now! You know I don't want Alfred or anyone else in my family knowing about us! You swore you'd help me keep it secret tonight! But just like every other time you showed no restraint!"

Gilbert began to simmer in the snow, glaring down at his boyfriend, "We've been together for two years, Matthew. When are you going to tell them about me?"

"Never, Gilbert!"

"Why not? Is it because you're ashamed of me?"

"You know that's not why!"

"Yes it is. You think your cute little conservative old money parents don't know a queer when they see one?"

"That's not-"

"It's not just me you're ashamed of either," Gilbert held Matthew firmly by the shoulders, his face went from upset to hurt almost immediately, "Just come out to them, Mattie. They already know."

Matthew pushed Gilbert off of him, "and whose fault do you think that is!?"

Gilbert stumbled back as Matthew began to power walk away again. His took his own hat off and pressed it to his face in his hands and screamed into it before sloppily putting it back on and running after Matthew.

"Mattie!"

"I'm done with this conversation, Gilbert!"

"Come on, Mattie! Slow down!"

"You should go stay at Francis's place tonight if you know what's good for you!"

"Mattie, please! It's cold! I'm feeling faint!"

"That's not going to work on me this time, you bozo."

Mattie only stopped walking when he heard Gilbert collapse in the snow behind him. He froze in his tracks. Don't look, don't look, don't look. But Mattie couldn't stop himself, he looked. Gilbert was lying face down in the grass by the sidewalk, unmoving. Mattie wanted to just keep walking but instead his body moved on its own and his mouth stretched into a straight line of disenchantment. He walked up to the body and kicked it over. Gilbert grunted in slight pain and laughed.

"This isn't over, Gilbert," Mattie said in deadpan.

"I know, I'm sorry. Now come down here."

Mattie crouched down and found a comfortable place in Gilbert's arms in the snow. Mattie squeezed the moron tightly and squeezed his eyes shut. Gilbert pat his shoulder length blonde hair.

"I know it's tough on you Gilbert. And I do want to come out to them… just… not yet."

"I know, Mattie. I'm sorry for being such a dick about it."

"Well, you are what you eat."

Gilbert kissed Mattie's forehead, not even trying to deny it. Things would probably be fine if Matthew came out to his family. He could start with his brother, Alfred. Alfred would help him, if Alfred understood. It was a difficult situation to be in your mid-twenties and still be lying to everyone. And Matthew did want to come out, not only for Gilbert but for himself. It was thanks to Gilbert Matthew felt he should even try to get back into contact with his family after his disappearing act. It just gets so hard to live like you're two people. It was better to start from scratch in a new town where no one knew you and no one cared about you.

"Come on, Gilbert. Let's go back to the hotel."

"Carry me, Mattie," Gilbert whined.

"If you wanted me to carry you you should have kept playing dead."

"Bleh," Gilbert shut his eyes and let his tongue hang out of his mouth. His arms were still raised in an attempt to make carrying him easier.

"Come on, Zombie Boy," and Mattie pulled Gilbert to his feet.

"Oh no! Mattie! The virus! It's changing me!" Gilbert shrieked holding onto Mattie tightly, "I'm really becoming a zombie!"

Mattie tried to wiggle free but Gilbert pulled him in gargling the word "brains" over and over again, kissing the smaller man on his head repeatedly. Mattie laughed but managed to free himself.

"Oh no! I'm becoming a kissing zombie too!"

"No! You can't!" Gilbert cried out desperately.

"What? Why not?"

"Because. Zombies don't eat other zombies… which means," he put on his best red eyed puppy dog face, "Zombies don't kiss each other either!"

Mattie ran back to Gilbert and knocked him down, "don't worry! I have the cure for the virus!"

Gilbert wiggled his eyebrows mischievously while his boy toy straddled him, "be gentle~"

Mattie leaned down, putting a hand over Gilbert's eyes to cover them. Gilbert's lips puckered up in the most cartoony way he could manage when his pale pink lips met with a fist full of snow. Mattie got up and ran as fast as he could toward the hotel while Gilbert chased after him chucking poorly packed snowballs that crumbled midair. Mattie saw the light turning to cross the street and knew this would be his big chance to evade the snowy assault. He nearly slipped making his way across but he managed to make it to the other side unscathed.

"You won't escape me, Mattie," Gilbert howled as he chased after him.

But in crossing the street Gilbert slipped and fell down, a horrible cracking noise echoed from where his head hit the pavement. The wind whistled by as Gilbert remained on the ground.

"Gilbert?"

Matthew laughed nervously, "Gilbert you can quit playing now."

No response. Matthew took a step forward, the snow crunched underneath him. He took another step. And then another. Until he was standing over Gilbert.

"Gilbert?"

No response.