finding michael

the escape

"Scott- Please! Hear me out!"

"No. You've done enough already."

"At least, stay here until you find a new place. You can take the guest room!"

Vincent had been chasing Scott around the house while he packed his suitcase and a few boxes, desperately pleading Scott to stay.

"There's no way I'm staying in the house where you cheated on me," Scott uttered coldly as he taped up a box with a few dishes in it. "If you wanted to break up with me, you could have just said it."

"I don't want to break up with you, Scott. I love you, and I-"

"Don't say that." Scott turned to Vincent, fire in his eyes. "Don't you fucking dare say that to me."

Vincent immediately lost whatever words he was preparing to respond with, looking around to find that the woman he hooked up with was sneaking out through the front door. He didn't make any move to stop her; it was no use.

"Why didn't you just tell me the truth, Vince?" Scott's attention was back on the small box of kitchen supplies as he picked it up and carried it into the living room.

"I- Scott-" Vincent was chasing after Scott again, not entirely sure why. "I never wanted to hurt you. I thought this would be good for us since you wanted a break from sex."

"God! I could have gotten you off any other way; you just wanted an excuse to fuck someone else."

"No- I swear, this was just a one time thing, and I was going to ask you, but-"

"Why didn't you?" Scott started up the stairs, Vincent not far behind him. "We've been sleeping in the same bed every night for more than two years. You had all the time in the world to ask me."

"I didn't want you to think I'm an asshole for wanting to have sex with someone else." Vincent followed Scott into the bedroom, stopping in the doorway. "Scott, you have to understand why I never told you."

"Oh, I understand." Scott was pulling clothes from the closet, tossing them onto the floor. "And I think you're an asshole for wanting to have sex with someone else- a woman, even!"

"I promise, I don't have any feelings for her." Vincent winced when Scott pulled a suitcase out from underneath the bed. "She doesn't have feelings for me, either; she was just doing me a favor."

"Why did it have to be her? Why couldn't you have just found some guy in a bar to hook up with?" Scott was kneeling in front of the open suitcase, folding and stacking his clothes inside. "Did you lie to me about being gay?"

"I guess I did," Vincent sighed, shrugging. "I've never really cared what someone's gender is. I never thought that was something that you needed to know about me."

"Well, now I know." Scott smoothed out the previous layers of clothing before piling more on top. "You brought a woman into our bed because you really don't care who you're having sex with-"

"I wished she was you, Scott. I was thinking about you the entire time."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Scott shoved the last of his clothes into the suitcase, zipping it closed. "She looks nothing like me."

"Well, imagine how I felt when I found out that you were thinking of some other guy when we were having sex last week, when you said you wanted a break."

"I wasn't..." Scott looked up at Vincent, his expression wavering. "I wasn't thinking about having sex with him, someone had just mentioned him when I was at work and it brought back a lot of difficult memories for me." Scott leaned the suitcase against the side of the bed before standing up. "I know I told you that, Vince. I'm not thinking about him on purpose."