Jim x Dwight-- Jim confesses his love to Dwight

Closure

Dwight sank onto the floor, putting his face into his folded knees. He felt immobile and his emotions felt so muddled. The door suddenly opened. Dwight looked up hoping it was Jim, but instead it was Angela. "What are you doing in here and on the floor?" Angela's curt voice asked, her mouth curled up in disgust. Dwight started mumbling out a response, but luckily for him she was already making her way to her desk. "Want to meet at my house?" Angela asked, looking up at him from her eyelashes. Dwight stood there motionless, he looked like he was going to vomit and frankly he felt like he was going to. "I'm really tired Angela and I feel kind of sick" Dwight admitted to her. Angela rolled her eyes, "that's why you don't gamble. It makes you sick" she said matter of factly. Dwight nodded, but he wasn't really processing any of her words. He just wanted to go home and try to figure out everything he was feeling. 

Dwight returned to work the next week with the news that Jim was gone. All packed up and already in Stamford, working for Josh Porter's branch. Pam came up to Dwight and gave him a hug after he found out the news. "You okay?" she asked, her face filled with worry. "Yeah" Dwight whispered, patting her on the back. 

After a few days without Jim, Dwight started to evaluate how much he missed his presence. He missed the stupid pranks, the dumb questions, and the bickering. He missed Jim, plain and simple. The temp was okay, but he was boring, had no personality or the charm that Jim possessed. Pam's face was crestfallen most of the time. She missed her best friend and she hated seeing Dwight look so miserable. He walked around with stubble most of the time and just yesterday she saw him wearing a shirt with a bunch of wrinkles on it, which normal Dwight would never allow. 

"Did you tell her?" Pam asked, about a week after Jim had left. "Who? Angela?" Dwight asked, staring down at his food. "Yeah" Pam confirmed. He shook his head no, how could he? He barely could admit it to himself, let alone to Angela who thought there was no greater sin then being gay or being a cat hater. Pam reached for his hand, "you can always call him. Get some closure or something" she told him. Dwight looked up and pursed his lips. He could, but what would he even say to Jim? 

Dwight set out to figure out what his feelings toward Jim were, but he also was avoiding the confrontation so he consumed himself with work and by the time he got home and finished working on the farm, he would just pass out on his bed and wake up early the next day to start the same routine. Jim kept his life interesting, everyday would be different and kept Dwight on his toes so that he never sunk into a routine. With no distractions though, Dwight felt like he was living in a time loop, a very dull one at that. 

"Dwight what the hell?" Angela yelled at him, pushing her hand harshly against his chest. "Why aren't you showing me any interest lately" she asked, a hurt expression on her face, that was quickly replaced with a scowl. Dwight tried to come up for an excuse for his disinterest, but there was no lie that he could come up with that would fully capture why he had been so down. She huffed before getting up and making her way out of the door. "Don't talk to me unless it's about work, until you figure this out" she said. Dwight watched her retreat and just like with Jim he didn't do anything. He just stayed there, unable to move. 

Sitting alone on his couch, the house completely silent Dwight thought about Jim. He remembered how it felt to be kissed by Jim, to be held by him so tenderly. Jim loved him. He couldn't believe it, even though both Jim and Pam had confirmed this. Jim was a charming flirt, who Dwight had to admit was fairly attractive. Dwight didn't think he was ugly, but he knew he didn't compare to Jim in terms of looks or charm. Jim loved him, he repeated to himself. He slouched down on the couch, rubbing his tired eyes. He missed Jim, he didn't know if he loved Jim, but he definitely wanted Jim with him, bothering him, kissing him. He wanted that and he was furious at himself for letting Jim get into his head, but he couldn't help it. He was angry that even though he had the perfect woman with Angela, he craved Jim and his arms wrapped around him. What was he doing? Was he really going to throw away his relationship for a guy who was his enemy and who was in another state?

Dwight was a weak man and no matter how much he kid himself pretending to be the tough guy. he needed Jim. He cared for Angela, but as soon as Jim kissed him, all those feelings of love for her were gone and replaced with a confusing want for Jim. He reached for his phone that had been tossed onto the table. He rubbed the smooth surface, contemplating whether or not to call Jim. He felt a rush of adrenaline that he hadn't felt since Jim had left, he quickly flipped open the phone scrolling down and hovering the cursor over the name Jim. It felt like hours of Dwight staring at the screen, the white light casting a glow over his face.

He suddenly flipped his phone close. He couldn't do it. Who did he think he was calling Jim, while he was in Stamford. Pam's voice rung out in his ears telling him to call Jim for closure. He let out a pfft. Jim was the one who needed closure, he was the one who fled Scranton, not Dwight. Dwight laid back into the couch, his hand still gripping his phone. He sat there waiting for the courage to either call Jim or just let all of this go.