I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 69

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Tuesday, August 14th, 1923
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The travel back to Alastor's abode wasn't too bad, even with the rain. The only time that seemed to pick up was during the ride on the streetcar.
As they walked stepped up onto the porch, the two men a bit wet from the walk, Anthony wiped some of the water from his forehead before looking up at Alastor.
"So, um... when I make that call... wouldja mind bein' close t' me? I don't wanna have t' stand there alone durin' it."

Slipping off his jacket and shaking it out the door before hanging it up, Alastor closed the door behind them, tilting his head as Anthony asked him a question.
"Why yes, of course. Like I said, if he says anything to you, I'll be right there."

Anthony smiled a little and leaned up to kiss his lover now that they were safe to do so again.
"Don't worry. Just need a hand t' hold through it is all."
He said before undoing a few buttons of his wet shirt and moved through to the telephone.
"After, I might need some help with repackin' my case... kinda shoved just about everythin' in there."

Grinning into the kiss, even if it was short, Alastor chuckled.
"Of course you shoved it in. I'm not sure why that doesn't surprise me; but yes, I shall help you in repacking before you have to get on the train again."
Moving across the hallway and over to the phone now, Alastor didn't waste a second in taking Anthony's hand.

"I was driven by the idea of breakfast with my boyfriend. I didn't care about my clothes at the time."
Anthony replied before picking up the receiver, appreciating that Alastor was already holding his hand. He gave the information to the operator and squeezed his lover's hand when the line began to ring, looking nervously up at the brunette.

Chuckling again, Alastor quietened himself down a little as Anthony picked up the receiver and began to call his father. Alastor had never even heard the man's voice before, but he certainly had an image of what the man looked like in his mind.

Anthony stood quietly, his eyes scanning the walls a bit in nervous anticipation.
He almost jumped once the line was picked up, but it wasn't his father. The blonde nodded and cleared his throat to regain his composure a bit.
"Yeah, try again, yeah."
He then turned to Alastor once the ringing continued.
"He didn't pick up. Probably havin' breakfast or somet-"

"Ragnatela."
Henry's voice came through, cutting Anthony off of his whispering.

"Hi! Ahem- hi, dad..."
Anthony began a little too loudly.

"Tony? How're ya on the telephone? Y' should be on the train home."

"Yeah, I know, I just... uh... I just... I overslept and the train left early."
The blonde explained, squeezing Alastor's hand again, feeling his forehead begin to sweat as he pinned the phone between his ear and his shoulder.

"Antonio Angelo, you better be kiddin'. I swear if y' ain't k-"

"No no, dad, I ain't kiddin', but it'll be alright, alright? I'm goin' t' the station right away t' get a ticket for the next train outta here and I'm gunna call ya t' let ya know when I'll arrive home. I'm payin' for it myself and I'll pay for my own place t' stay in the meantime. I promise y' got nothin' t' worry about."
Anthony cut in quickly, his free hand waving a bit and making gestures as he spoke.

Alastor was grateful that the conversation between Henry and Anthony was in English so he could understand, but the way that the man was speaking to his lover, well, he didn't like that one bit.

"You're damn right you're payin' for all that yourself! Ya think I'm gunna pay for your own stupid screw up!? God damn it, Tony, so help me, all the work y' miss is gunna pile up and y' ain't gettin' any help doin' it!"