“W-well, I veto that.”
Harlow grumbled, “Feels unfair that you can veto that.”
“Feel less, old man.”
The human chuckled.
Oh, he was in deep now. Dating a psycho…yet, he felt elated. And why shouldn’t he be? He liked Harlow—it was probably more than like at this point. Him getting to fully be with him should be something that he was allowed to be happy about.
Harlow likely would never ask for more than what they had right now. No declarations of love, no greater emotions, but that would be fine. Foxx didn’t need his emotions returned to feel what he felt. And as long as he kept what he felt to himself, Harlow would never feel like he needed to lie to him.
Foxx wasn’t entirely sure what Harlow wanted from him. He possibly just didn’t want to have to share him with anyone… It would make the most sense. The human was feeling possessive, and it was likely that was all the confirmation Foxx would get. But it would be enough. Because…he was happy. Harlow made him feel…happy. And he was sure if things stayed as they were, he’d keep being happy.
Harlow’s eyes snapped open at a sound, just in time to catch Foxx rushing out of their bedroom.
“Foxx?” he rumbled groggily.
The vampire didn’t respond or stop. Harlow shook his head, stumbled out of bed, and took off after him.
“Foxx?!” he called out to the man on reaching the top of the stairs, but Foxx, now on the floor below, didn’t look back.
Harlow followed the vampire right to the apartment door, stopping there as he watched him sprint down the hall. He hesitated, before cursing and hurrying after him.
Harlow came to a stop when he finally caught sight of Foxx’s face, or rather when their eyes met. Foxx stared at him with such trepidation, his eyes filled with tears, that he couldn’t manage to take another step.
The elevator closed, cutting their eye contact. He looked up at the glowing numbers above and waited, his shoulders sagging when he realized the elevator was going up. And when it stopped on the floor that he knew Alastair lived on, Harlow rubbed at his eyes and headed back into the apartment.
Whatever was going on, Alastair would handle it… At least until one or both of them tried to kick his ass.
* * *
Alastair glancedup from his phone when the doorbell rang. Brow raising when whoever it was started to spam the bloody button.
Clucking his tongue, he slipped off the couch and hurried into the hall, towards the door. He eyed the door camera, his nose wrinkling on seeing Foxx on the screen. Alastair quickly unlocked and opened the door before his friend broke his doorbell.
Foxx’s hand fell away from the button and he looked up at him. Bottom lip wobbling, the man’s eyes were full of unshed tears.
“I feel it's highly unfair for you to come here looking like a kicked puppy when I just want to yell at you.” He tsked and backed up, sighing. “Come in.”
Alastair closed the door behind Foxx, and followed the man to his living room. His apartment layout was similar to Foxx’s, but his style was more black and white with random bright pops of color. Alastair walked over to his lemon-yellow colored couch and plopped down with his phone in his lap, while the other vampire remained standing there.
Foxx’s mouth opened…then closed…before he started to gnaw on his bottom lip.
Alastair took a deep breath in and out and asked, “It’s been like a day. Did he fuck up already?”
Foxx grimaced. “No…”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“E-everything? N-nothing?” A tear slipped free and Foxx wiped it away.
Frowning at how small the man’s voice had sounded, he gently suggested, “Why don’t you start from the beginning and we can try to figure out what brought this on, hm?”
“F-from the beginning?” Foxx took a deep but shuddered breath.
He eyed the vampire, making note of the pajamas he was wearing. “From whatever sent you running to my house during what I assume was the middle of your sleep period.”
Foxx wrung his hands nervously. “You were right…yet wrong…”
