Pard House: Into the New, Gone with the Old, or Temporary as the case may be

"You didn't have to be a fucking dick."

Thump.

"Well then next time, let me die because you definately didn't help. Hell, you probably made it worse saying the shit you did."

Thump.

"FUCK YOU. At least I'm not hiding things from Gabe."

Thump.

"That wasn't what I meant and you know it."
Thump-thump.

"Yeah, whatever. And one of us turned into a fucking dick, and it wasn't me."

Jason shuts off the phone and throws it, watching it skip across the water before finally sinking in the lake. He's hidden himself away on a tiny dock on the far side of the lake. He's been avoiding the others, mostly Gabriel, all day. He can't face his mate after what he did last night, after fucking up the way he did. He can't handle Gabe being mad at him right now, and is getting by on the assumption that Gabe won't leave without saying goodbye, and if he can't find Jason, then he can't say goodbye.

At least that's what he's hoping.

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( But I don't look good in orange... )

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Curls up in the center of their bed, Ella snuggled up against him, almost asleep. Flips through the channels, the tv muted so not to disturb the baby. The bedroom door is open and he can hear Em and Jase talking in the main part of the house. Pulls the blanket over the little girl, making a mental note to turn down the air conditioning later.