The weather was grey today. It wasn't sunny, it didn't rain it was just … grey. Sometimes I wondered if it automatically matched his mood, but of course that was ridiculous – if anything, his mood matched the weather, not the other way around.

He had called me earlier. Telling me he met Scott last night, and everything that'd happened. How he'd talked to him, trying to keep calm, how he hadn't been able to, so he started crying, how he'd kissed him, and finally how he had given him back his key. He just sounded so broken, and I'd ended up promising him to come and visit him today.

And that was how I ended up in the backseat of a yellow cab, on my way to his place. The cab smelled like someone had brought an entire farm in here, and after that someone else had brought fried chicken. I hadn't been happy about it, but it was the only free cab at the train station. Now the cab driver was pulling up by the big apartment building, and I paid him, got my things and stepped out of the cab. I'd brought nothing but a large sports bag for some of my clothes; I always stayed for a while, but I usually washed my clothes a couple times during my stay, so not much clothes was needed.

I stepped into the hall, and started walking up the stairs, until I was finally standing by the door made from dark wood. I knocked on the door a few times, waiting for it to open. After a moment too long – in which I was considering if I should knock again or try calling him – the door slowly opened, hesitantly. As soon as he saw me, though, he ripped the door open and flung himself into my arms. He was still sobbing, I noticed as I put my arms around him.

"Thank you so much for coming, I know it's a huge bother, I'm sorry," he whispered almost inaudibly and clung even closer to my chest.

"Never be sorry for being sad, Alec. He's the one who should be sorry. Are you feeling a bit better?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. Sure enough, he shook his head slowly. "C'mon, then, let's go inside. I brought some things to cheer you up," I said and loosened my grip around his shoulders. He let go and offered me a half-hearted smile.

I pushed past him and walked into the apartment, which pretty much looked the same it always did. He followed me and closed the door behind him, walked directly back to the couch. I walked over to one of the armchairs I'd gotten him when he moved in. He'd insisted it was too much, but I'd insisted he kept it. I placed my sports bag in the chair and opened the zipper in the top, opening the middle room. Searching through it for a bit, I finally found what I was looking for, and pulled up a DVD-box of the fifth season of Doctor Who. He looked at me and smiled – faintly, but real.

"Go put some water on, will you?"

He nodded and got up, leaving the room to walk to the kitchen and put some water on. I pulled up some creamy hot chocolate mix, and next some ice cream – Ben & Jerry's cookie dough, seeing as that was the only ice cream I could persuade him to eat. Honestly, who would ever be able to resist cookie dough ice cream? The next thing I pulled out from the bag wasn't something we'd use immediately. But knowing us, we'd get there in not too long. It was a bottle of white rum, real Cuban rum. I bought it when I was on Cuba a few months back.

He soon returned with two cups with a teaspoon in each and a pot of almost boiling water. I smiled at him as he looked over the things I'd brought, seemingly approving of everything but the rum. I knew he wouldn't agree on the rum, he never did, but we always ended up drinking almost the entire bottle. That's the way it always went, and I had a feeling the rum would be opened way faster today than it usually did.

"Mix the hot chocolate, I'll put on the DVD," I said, opening the DVD-box and taking out the first disc. He first picked up the remote, turning on the DVD-player (which would probably be useful if we wanted to watch anything), and then turned on the TV, switching to the DVD-setting. Then he proceeded to mix the hot chocolate in both cups as I popped the disc in the player. I then went back to sit in the armchair turned towards the TV as he handed me one of the cups. I smiled and took it.

I looked at him and didn't notice until now what he was wearing and what he looked like. He was wearing pajamas pants, blue of course, and a black t-shirt, along with an oversized open sweatshirt that almost drowned him in the fabric. He had red eyes from crying and he looked like he'd barely slept. I sucked in a breath, but I don't think he noticed it as he was reaching for the ice cream while turning on the first episode of the season. I turned against the TV again and lost myself in the fantastic adventures of the Doctor.

"And the worst part is, he thinks all of it is my fault! I didn't do shit to him! He's the one who broke up with me! Yes, Magnus wanted to fuck me, but that's not my fault! I kept saying no to him!" Alec ranted on and took another swig of the bottle of rum. He'd been drinking for a little while now, and his face was turning red, and his eyes a little glassy. "Magnus is sexy as fuck, yeah? Doesn't it tell him something that I kept saying no?" Another swig of the bottle. He handed it over to me and I took a long sip of it. No matter how much I like the effect of it, I would never get used to the taste of pure rum – Alec didn't seem to mind too much, though.

"Alec, of course he's going to be hurt that you're spending time with a guy who's done something like that to him-"

"Well, if he was so fucking scared, he could've told me. I'm so sick of dealing with his shit. I mean, seriously! I've had friends, hot and sexy friends, like you, for years and he doesn't mind, but as soon as someone he's got the least of a background with, bam, trust, gone!" I handed him the bottle and he took a long swig, almost emptying it. "I don't feel so… good…" he mumbled.

I got up, swaying slightly – well, slightly as far as I could tell – as I walked over to the couch, sitting in a corner. "Come here, then."

He scooted a bit closer to me, leaning against me and resting his head on my chest. His breath smelled heavily of alcohol, I could smell it from here. He shifted his weight a few times, trying to get comfortable and finally found a spot, with his head on my shoulder and his face turned against me, so his lips was about maybe an inch from my throat. His breath tickled me lightly, but I didn't want to push him away.

"I really am glad you came, you know." He spoke softly, and I smiled as his breath tickled me again.

"I don't mind. I missed you," I whispered and started stroking his hair soothingly. When he spoke again, he sounded like he was on the edge of falling asleep, and he probably was, too.

"I missed you too, Jem. Don't ever stay away for so long again."

I smiled, kissing his forehead lightly as his breathing slowed and he fell asleep. "I won't. I promise."

AN:

Hey guuuyyyys. So I updated. Ain't that nice?

It got a little late, the essays took longer than I expected, but here you go. A chapteeeer! And a long one of that. Out the latest, at least.

I hope you liked it, and I hope you don't mind me bringing Jem into the story. I'm considering if I should put it in the crossover section now, because Jem is here, but it's only going to be Jem, so I don't think I will.

I hope you liked it!

Azooak