Scotty

Scotty hates this day. Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong. He woke up too early and Kevin had already left, so the bed was cold and lonely and he had to eat his breakfast alone. When getting dressed he had found all cloths he wanted to wear in the laundry and had ended up wearing uncomfortable jeans and Kevin's shirt. Okay, it smelled of Kevin and that was nice, but the shirt wasn't comfortable.

It has started to rain the second he had opened the front door and then the stupid car hadn't cooperated when he was going to open it, and once he got in the car he was soaked.

At work he'd been stressed out beyond reason with all new tasks that came along with being the head chef, and to top it all off the sous chef and two waiters had called in sick. When he had a minute to breathe and check his mobile he found a message from Kevin saying he wouldn't be home until late, and that Scotty shouldn't wait up.

Now he stumbles into the apartment carrying three heavy bags, still soaked from the pouring rain. He mutters under breath and throws the bags on the couch, of course knocking down a lamp. He curses at it and picks it up.

He pulls of his cloths, starting to shiver from the cold air hitting his wet skin. He goes into the closet to find something new, ending up with another pair of uncomfortable jeans, probably Kevin's, and a t-shirt so small it almost gives him a midriff. A hoodie over and a new pair of socks and life seems to be a bit more welcoming.

Scotty glares at the answering machine. The 'you've got a message' button is blinking and Scotty hits the button to play it.

"Hi Sweetie, it's your favorite office rat. Just calling to tell you I won't be home until late, probably after midnight… I have a lot to read and write… You know in case you didn't get the one on your cell phone… Love you."

Scotty hears the same message again, makes a face and sits down on the couch. He looks outside to see the window dotted with water drops on it. One drop is slowly running down, reaching other drops and gaining water, running faster and faster. Then it disappears from his sight, and Scotty imagines it loosing its grip on the window, falling five stairs down to eventually land on the ground below the house, losing it's shape as a drop, being a part of the water that soaks the ground.

Scotty sighs heavily and decides to do something. Sitting here, watching TV the rest of the day won't make anyone happier. And right now, he thinks he would cheer himself up a lot if he could make someone happier.

Kevin

Kevin's alarm goes off at 6 AM. He quickly turns it off not to wake up Scotty. He feels Scotty move behind him, but he doesn't seem to awake. He feels Scotty's arm around his waist, and so he very carefully slides away, and off the bed. Standing up he sees his husband sleeping in the warm cozy bed, and he himself have to go to his cold office where there is no warm Scotty to keep him company.

He takes a quick and quiet shower and slides into yesterday's suit. A glance at his watch tells him that there is no time to make coffee, nor to make breakfast. A to-go latte from the 7-eleven on the corner of the office building will have to do, because there is a staff meeting in forty minutes, and being late is not an option.

Okay, so maybe this isn't the best day ever. The weather sucks and brings down his state of mind. He's got a lot to do, and yes, it's actually quite fun and he appreciates the high goals Robert sets for the entire staff, but today, no bill and no declaration will cheer him up.

By lunch it's clear that he won't be able to leave the office his usual time, but rather have to sit up a couple of extra hours. Robert comes by to tell him he can have a day off next week when they have less things to do, but the information isn't helping.

Kevin exhales and picks up his phone. The least he can do is to call Scotty and tell him he won't be home for dinner tonight. That way he can spare Scotty some time from the kitchen. He claims to like cooking, but Kevin doesn't think he should wear it out. He leaves a message on Scotty's cell phone and one at home, knowing Scotty sometimes forget to check his mobile when at work.

With another sigh he concentrates on the papers before him, while listening to the raindrops pop against his window.