I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 15

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Thursday, January 20th, 1921
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When Anthony woke up the next morning, he felt like he was being hugged. It took him a few moments to realize he was still wrapped up in the coat, the scent still filling his nostrils.

It brought him an odd sense of comfort, really, but it also reminded him of the mistake he made the night before.

He brought his fingers up to graze his lips as he remembered the softness that was displayed on Alastor's part. Then touched the spot on his cheek that the man carefully held. It brought tears to his eyes again just thinking about the fact that it happened.

Getting up, the blonde got himself ready for the day and made sure to bring the coat and knife with him as he left the hotel, heading for the butcher shop to return the items.

Upon arriving, Anthony found out that Alastor wasn't in. He wasn't sure why; he worked every other day he decided to show his face. He didn't bother asking if it was his day off or if he was at home sick, just going back to the hotel to ponder.
Was Alastor really that affected by what happened?
What a stupid question. Of course he was. They both were. He didn't know if it was positive or negative only because he didn't know what it meant on Alastor's part.

The next morning was a huge relief to Alastor in contrast to Anthony's morning. As strange and tiring the night before had been, a day off was exactly what he needed. It was simply a coincidence that the day he'd asked off happened to be the day after things had happened with his Italian associate.

It was in a tweed suit and a flat cap that Alastor left his home early that morning, shotgun in hand. Hunting had always been another hobby of his, the man had been practicing and watching the sport since he was very young. It was an enjoyable escape that neither writing nor taking the life of another human could be.

Close to the bayou, near where his remote shed was located, was an even denser forest of trees, the terrain steeper and rockier than that of the riverside. It was a perfect place to hunt not only rabbits but Alastor's favorite catch too. Deer.
The day of hunting was spent very well, the man coming back with a fair few animals that could be used for meals for the next few days.

Anthony spent his day in his room, trying to keep himself focused on writing the letter to his father. Somehow he managed to complete it and get it sent off. The rest of the day, however, he remained in his room, wrapped up in Alastor's coat while he could get away with it, thinking and trying to reason with himself.

The following day, however, Anthony went to the shop again to see if Alastor was back and see if things would be weird between them. He honestly just wanted to move past it and continue as they were. He was willing to accept the fact that he wouldn't be able to find someone like him no matter how badly he wanted more of it now that he had a taste.

With the distraction of life, Alastor actually hadn't thought much about Anthony, and when the other did cross his mind? Alastor was able to quickly push any of those thoughts back and far away.

He didn't know why he didn't factor in Anthony visiting the butcher's, but as Alastor spotted the blonde walking past the window of the store, he froze.
There was another employee at the store currently, so Alastor supposed he was saved mainly from any conversation relating what had happened between the two of them, but that didn't mean it wasn't going to be awkward.

As soon as the little silver bell rang when the door opened, Anthony looked into the shop and immediately spotted Alastor looking right at him. He paused and slowly closed the door behind him before approaching the counter with a timorous smile, coat draped over his arm.