The Hardest Part is Letting Go {Falsettos}

Date?

  Marvin is sure he's gonna lose it.

  It's already been an hour since he arrived at work and he has gotten absolutely nothing done. Looking at the screen of his computer, he thinks he can finally get something accomplished that will make up for the hour of unproductive staring.

  Then the tapping returns.

  "Whizzer, I swear to all that is good and holy, if you don't stop tapping-"

  "Marvin, I love you, but your threats are total bullshit and you know it." Whizzer shoots back from his spot next to his lover. His head is resting on the desk as he taps absent-mindedly against the side of it. He had begun to complain less than ten minutes after they arrived, and it's been driving Marvin nearly insane.

  "I hate you," Marvin says, though his tone is hollow and emotionless. "Please, just let me get something done."

  Whizzer crosses his arms, glaring at Marvin. "Fine."

  Then he's gone.

  At first, Marvin's chest tightens in fear, but he remembers how Whizzer can basically disappear and reappear on a whim, and he relaxes. "I know you can hear me, so I'm sorry for snapping at you. I just wanna get this shit done so we can leave like I know you want to, and I can't do that with you tapping constan-"

  A knock on his office door causes him to stop talking. "Come in."

  The door opens, and a man walks in. He's quite tall, blonde hair, and a bright smile that could blind people from his teeth. Butterflies somehow flood into Marvin's stomach as the man speaks.

  "Marvin, Mr. Brooks wants to know if you're staying for the board meeting tonight."

  Marvin momentarily chokes up, no words coming from his mouth. "Uh-uh,n-no, I already sent Jones the files. Thanks, Cody." He stutters, looking down at his paperwork to hide the blush creeping on his face.

  Cody smiles, taking another step closer to Marvin's desk. "No problem...um, listen, I was thinking, maybe sometime this week we could uh, we could maybe go out for coffee or something?"

  Marvin stares at Cody like a deer caught in headlights. Is..Is he asking him out on a date ?

  "O-Oh, I don't know, Cody..."

  "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up. You're probably not even queer. Besides, even if you were, we're co-workers, it's totally unprofessional..."

  "No, that's not what I mean. It's just...I'm not over my last boyfriend just yet."

  Cody tilts his head, looking confused. "What happened? Did he dump you? Because if so the guy totally made a mista-"

  "He died."

  Cody's eyes widen, his mouth dropping a bit in shock. "O-Oh....can I ask what happened?"

  Marvin coughs to keep the tears from coming up. "Uh, they don't know. They said it's been happening everywhere, though. My friend's a doctor, and she told me everyone's saying it's a gay thing. Spreading from one man to the next. He died six months ago. I'm still not over him, and I don't think I will be for a while."

  "Oh my god, I'm so sorry Marvin. I lost one of my close friends from that a couple months ago. Nobody should have to go through that, watching the person they love suffer like that."

  Marvin lets out a shaky breath before looking away from the man. "I'll get back to you on that coffee offer, yeah?"

  Cody grins and nods eagerly. "Alright. See you around." He mocks a salute before exiting the office.

  "Oh my god, can I barf yet?"

  Marvin jumps at the sudden sound of Whizzer's voice, looking up at the man who had rejoined him with a quiet laugh. "Are you jealous or something?"

  "Jealous of Tacky Blonde, or the fact that you're already replacing me?"

  Marvin raises an eyebrow. "His name is Cody, and I'm not replacing you, Whizzer. I'm trying to move on. I thought that's what you wanted. You can't expect me to hang on to you forever."

  "Yeah, I want you to move on, not screw the closest available piece of meat you can find." Whizzer scoffs, running a hand through his hair. "I may be dead, but I still have feelings, alright?"

  Marvin sighs loudly, typing a few more things into his computer. "I know. I've never known you to not have emotions. Figures they're even more obvious after you're dead."

  "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

  "Nothing, Whizzer. Let's just drop the subject until we get home, okay?"

  Whizzer opens his mouth to say something but he reluctantly agrees, taking a seat in the chair next to Marvin and flicking rubber bands at the working man's face.

  "Whizzer Brown I swear to fucking god I-" Marvin's cut off by a pair of warm lips against his, and he completely forgets anything involving work for the next hour and a half.