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for Anthony (backdated)
Mar. 8th, 2020 12:15 amGuy's gone.
As soon as Gabriel finds out, he goes looking for Anthony. He tries calling but gets no answer - but, thank Christ, no fuzzy voice telling him the number isn't in service. Still, he can't shake the numb feeling spreading out to his fingertips. He checks familiar haunts and anywhere else he could imagine Anthony being. And when none of those turn up a familiar face, Gabriel heads to the apartment.
He texts on his way there and races up the stairs rather than troubling himself with the elevator.
Gabriel feels a bit bad for the way he pounds on the door.
"Anthony? It's Gabriel."
As if there'd be some other distressed Irish lad banging on his door.
As soon as Gabriel finds out, he goes looking for Anthony. He tries calling but gets no answer - but, thank Christ, no fuzzy voice telling him the number isn't in service. Still, he can't shake the numb feeling spreading out to his fingertips. He checks familiar haunts and anywhere else he could imagine Anthony being. And when none of those turn up a familiar face, Gabriel heads to the apartment.
He texts on his way there and races up the stairs rather than troubling himself with the elevator.
Gabriel feels a bit bad for the way he pounds on the door.
"Anthony? It's Gabriel."
As if there'd be some other distressed Irish lad banging on his door.
