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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 9:40 am
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He was late for his first class which meant the students acted like asses. He had a meeting, an advising session, a tutoring session and at least 2 employees at the book shop had called out.
It was 3pm before Alg managed to close himself up in his office to escape, to take a breath, and rid himself of the tremors of anxiety that were already making his hands tremble lightly. He wasn't allowed to smoke on campus and he hadn't eaten anything besides a danish and tea for breakfast.
The day was awful. It was one of those days.
Seeing he'd put on mismatched socks as he leaned out of his desk chair to tie his shoe almost broke him. It wasn't even important, it wasn't even like this 'real world' 'real life' nonsense meant much but it did.. and when it wrong, all of it, on top of the magical apocalypse it was all..
Too much.
Alg sat with his head in his hands, urging away the anxiety, the tight ball in his chest, and the only blessing was that since he'd come in here to hide he could barely even here the bustles in the hallway.
He took a breath, a steading inhale and exhale, and after raking his hand through his hair he found and opened his lunch.
Finally.
Of course Jeremiah had packed him food and dessert and a small thermos of tea that was still hot and tucked in the corner was a love note..
..and now he just felt like he was going to cry.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 9:57 am
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Jeremiah's day usually started before Algie's, if only out of necessity of wanting to make sure that he packed his husband something to eat (though sometimes he knew he enjoyed those greasy spoon places near the campus). It meant that some mornings, aside from setting his lunch aside for him, Jeremiah only got to brush a kiss against his husband's lips and then forehead before he would head out.
To his own string of meetings and paperwork and making sure that he was not dealing with his officers bringing in people for marijuana because, really, there were better things they could be doing than wasting tax dollars.
It was, for him, mostly a normal day. Things that used to stress him did not and Jeremiah could handle the work with ease.
What he was not handling was the unease that had curled up in the back of his mind sometime in the mid-morning (his mid-morning). It only got worse as time went on, something telling him that there was-
Well. Something was wrong and it was Algie but-
Jeremiah did not know what to do with it but the knowledge was there, waiting for him and growing in intensity. Until it was a little after 3pm and he couldn't ignore it anymore. The feeling had turned to a knot in his stomach, one that told him if he did not go and check on Algie he would regret it.
So he spoke with Preacher, told her he was out for the afternoon until further notice, and got to the campus as quick as possible.
Which definitely involved him making use of his particular talents. It was why, at 3:15, there was a familiar knock on Algie's door and Jeremiah poking his head in. "Alg? Precious?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 12:29 pm
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Algie had the benefit of getting a couple more kisses after the first, just because Jeremiah knew they helped. His fingers sifted through the hair at the nape of his husband's neck, thumb brushing along the skin slowly.
"No, love, I didn't but I'd rather be here anyway." Mostly because he could tell the other needed it and he had, for his part, finished up most of his work that was pressing. There were no meetings and nothing he couldn't take a little bit at home to handle.
He paused a moment before he simply pressed a kiss to Algie's forehead and nudged his glasses up. "Put those away. I've been meaning to tell you that you can smoke again if you'd like to. Can't really do so myself," it killed his throat and made him cough and gag, "but I've always liked what you smoked."
The smell was, quite honestly, soothing in it's own way. Something he attached to Algie for years.
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