Late nights, early mornings

Don't go

Greg panicked as Myc tried to go, he grabbed Myc's sleeve " No, don't go. I could text Sherlock for you, see what's up." Greg said, his voice pleading.

Myc's facade almost broke as he heard Gregs voice, so sad, so broken. "Fine, but if he doesn't respond i'll go to 221B" Myc said as Greg loosened his grip on Mycs arm

"That's fine, just give me a moment" Greg said as he cleaned himself up a little, fixing his hair that had gone askew and unrolling his sleeve "Alright, I'll go tell my car" Myc said as he headed out of the room, barely containing himself. 

Greg went to the gents room and splashed water on his face, he knew this was wrong but he couldn't help it. He had fancied Myc since he first met him, but he was a married man. Although that didn't stop Bellla, It stopped him. Now he might have a chance, although he knew his chances were ruined by Myc seeing him like that. But Myc didn't care so he could just pretend it didn't happen, right?

Myc was in the back of of his car, his mind reeling from what he saw. Every time he closed his eyes he saw Gregs face, dark circles under his eyes, hair askew, tear tracts on his face, and the blood. Dear god the blood. His train of thought suddenly snapped as Greg opened the door to his car and got in.