Table of Fools || KinnPete.

Main Dish -Part 2-

Please read this before starting this chap, first of all, is looooong, to be exact 14,804 words, longer than the last 3 chapters together, so take a sit, get yourself comfy, go pee and take a snack, I feel that it might me a wild ride, I know it was for me while writing it.

So, on chap 2 we leave with Kinn and Pete by the pool, on chap 3 we have a couple of time skips, we start and finish chap 3 on current time, and in between we have a little bit of what happened to reach that point. Here we go deep in what really happen during those five months with KinnPete to be able to reach Korn in his study, we are descending in time, okay? Just for you to be mindful of this.

And actually hoping I'm not confusing you lol. I'm really nervous about this one and what you guys are going to think, so much more than the last ones, but Oh well it's already here.

Anyway, thank you for reading again, and as always, I adore every character on KP this is purely entertainment and my love for ships that don't even sail so please just enjoy!

Ps. English is not my first language its Spanish, so if you see any grammatical errors you can let me know.

This one has gone through a Beta so let's see if you guys notice a difference.

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Five months before the present day.

Have you ever thought about the way you start to forget a person?

Even against your will?

Often Pete would find himself thinking less and less about Vegas, he remembers being surrounded by him a week before the shooting, thinking about what they were going to have for dinner, having breakfast just the two of them before Vegas started his daily meetings, his all-consuming worry about him — and for the ones around Vegas —, how his body would react to his presence and touch, the way his body would naturally embrace him in his sleep, every night he would be lulled by the feeling of Vegas breathing on his neck, it calmed him to know he was beside him, the peace that filled his chest knowing that every morning he would see Vegas, either still sleeping or making breakfast, his love for him consumed every thought.

He doesn't remember every emotion he went through that day, he guessed that if he had to choose one, it would be... disappointment.

It may seem like a small sentiment compared to the wrenching despair some people go over when the person they have loved and devoted themselves to, abandons them, but Vegas had always made him feel every emotion to the limit, whether it was happiness, worry, excitement, fear, love, that maybe now, without him, it was normal that the intensity of them would dim, then during the weeks he spent at the hospital, the hurt, the tiredness, and bitterness were his only companions.

He had once heard how even when the person leaves willingly, you can go through the five stages of grief like if they had actually died instead. He definitely had been in denial, at least until he felt the usual heat that comes from a gunshot wound and heard Porsche's screams for them to leave, and then nothing. Had he reached acceptance that easily? Perhaps he had always known that despite the love they shared, it was not enough to convince Vegas to stay, to make him believe Pete was willing to fight for and with him. Pete was even prepared to fight Vegas, his insecurities, his fears, even his demons to keep him and the family they had created safe.

The only thing he hadn't been prepared, was for Vegas to leave before he even had the chance to fight.

All of a sudden, there was no Vegas, not beside him, no texts, no calls, not even those fleeting moments when he could make him laugh with his whole body, not the heat of his touch breaking him apart in their bedroom, not that soft look that meant Vegas understood what he wanted, no bruises on his skin that reminded him of being understood, his safe place was no longer there.