The Most Patient Man On The Planet
Actually, he supposed he should feel lucky. There had been a single broken lamp since the other two had arrived and one severely beaten pillow. Gupta knew that was the most untouched his house had ever been with both Heracles and Sadiq within it. So he decided not to complain too much when a plate was the next thing to go.
"Now look at what ya did! You're gonna have to replace that!"
"You're the one who broke it!"
"Over my head!"
Gupta swept up the pieces only to find the other two now fighting over who should help him. Which meant neither of them got to it and Gupta dropped the remnants of the plate into the trash. Then he went over and pushed Sadiq into the kitchen so he would clean up what he had brought out for breakfast and pushed Heracles into the living room so that he would not follow the other man. Heracles sat on the couch, fuming with his tea firmly in hand. Gupta almost wished it was the end of the day so he could go back to sleep when Sadiq called him from the kitchen.
"Gupta? Where are the paper towels?"
Gupta had no hesitation into returning into the kitchen. If he hesitated, after all, Heracles would probably use that as an excuse to tell Sadiq where to shove it and it would start all over again.
He loved these two dearly, they were his best friends. Hell, he would have to love them a lot to take all of this from them. There were no other people he could think of that he would not have kicked them out by this point. He entered the kitchen and pointed out the requested item, which Sadiq grabbed for.
"Sorry about the plate," the other said, quiet.
Whether quiet because he was really sorry or quiet because he did not want Heracles to hear him Gupta had yet to decide as to which was the main factor. He shook his head, trying to make the apology unnecessary.
"Don't start tha' one, I know you better then tha," Sadiq scowled at him, turning him around to as to face him. "You sure it's okay I'm here? I'd tell ya to get rid of Heracles, 'cept I know you wouldn't."
Sadiq had nowhere else to go in this town, yet he was offering. Gupta shook his head faster. "It's fine," he added to his denial. Sadiq pulled his hat even further down on his face so Gupta could not even see his nose.
"You aren't listenin'!"
Which was when they heard something else fall. Both of them turned to see Heracles standing in the doorway, his cup on the ground. Not in pieces, because it was plastic, thank god.
"What's up with you?" Sadiq questioned. Gupta was certain that was the only way to describe it. He had never seen that particular look on Heracles' face before as the Grecian stared between the both of them.
"πηδηχτείς."
Gupta gaped at him, flushing at the mere language. Sadiq just stood there for a few moments, trying to translate it in his head. Then again, Sadiq had never been too good at Greek. Still, the look on Gupta's face probably tipped him off.
"What the hell's gotten yer panties in a twist?" Sadiq sneered. Heracles seemed to be stumbling over his tongue, but his next words at least were in England. Gupta was not certain if that was better or not.
"Go to hell, you son of a bitch."
"Heracles!" Gupta exclaimed, which cut the argument off before it started. Heracles stared at him for one second before averting his eyes.
"What the hell?" Sadiq asked, right as he took his buzzing cell phone out of his pocket. "'ello? Yeah, I'll be there. Coming right now. See ya." He hung up, staring or glaring at Heracles. Gupta was not certain which. Sadiq seemed too surprised to actually be effectively glaring.
"I... need to go to work now," Sadiq covered a cough. "See ya, Gupta."
Gupta nodded vaguely at Sadiq as he left the room, leaving both him and Heracles facing each other.
"Heracles?"
"I... just need to go," the man said, turning and leaving Gupta on his own.
What?
Notes:
I think Heracles' dream finally sunk in.
Sadiq is not very good at Greek, but at least he knows it. Heracles never bothered to learn Turkish, so that is one more point in Sadiq's favour.
