Atlanta, Georgia
United States of America
January 2016
“I know that shit hurts,” Peters told her,
“But I can at least promise you that getting fucked up is going to be so worth it. Because in the morning,
you’ll have a hangover worse than heartache.” Aether merely raised a middle
finger in his direction, which Peters promptly ignored. He continued, “Jake and
I used to get shitfaced about girls all the time. We can’t do it now because
he’s a doctor and he has a wife, so.”
He expected her to give a snarky reaction,
because that’s just what Aether did. She was snark mixed with smile; her words
were supposed to hurt but they didn’t because they were laced with playful
intention. That was how Peters knew that they were still good and that she was
still okay.
But she didn’t say anything. She just
stayed there, with her head leaned against the car window and her hands limp in
her lap.
“…okay, I’ll try to drive faster.” He
muttered. Stepping on the gas, Peters did his best to drive a little faster
without risking being arrested by whoever was on patrol on that night.
She eventually talked to him after dull,
cramped silence. “You didn’t have to bring me home. I could have taken a cab or
something.” That was true. In theory, Peters really didn't have to bring Aether home. She was a grown woman who could do things independently, but he wasn't so sure. She had been in a worse mood that week, and it was hard not to notice.
“Fuck that, I wanted to. Can’t I be a Good
Samaritan once in a while? Even though we tend to be at each other’s throats.”
She gave a muffled sort of noise and he sighed, eventually reaching a stoplight
that blinked red. His phone vibrated; Peters took it out and read the text while
the seconds ticked down.
“Do you wanna stay over for a bit or
something? I think I have some spare Chinese in the fridge.” Peters gave an
affirmative noise and it was quiet again until he started driving; he turned on
the radio and both of them sat through horrible pop music until they reached
her apartment.
“The offer to get wasted is still on the
table,” he said as he parked. Aether shook her head, unbuckling her seatbelt.
“I’d rather sleep. It’s Friday.”
Deciding not to push it, Peters shrugged. “Fine
by me. Now, you told me you had some leftover Chinese food and I’d rather not
let it spoil in your fridge.” They left the car and entered the apartment,
eventually reaching her door a few minutes later. Peters watched as she slid
the key in, turned, and the door opened—
“What the fuck?”
Mack, who was on Aether’s couch, made a shh motion and pointed at her
television. “Shut the fuck up, it’s the season finale. Tadashi cooked and I
brought drinks, you’re welcome, now shut up and get to the kitchen.” Before
Aether could even reply properly, Peters shut the door behind them and dragged
her into the kitchen, to which Tadasi was indeed something which smelled
really, really good. “And before you can say shit, no this does not count as breaking and entering,” he yelled.
Aether gaped. Peters sat her down on one of
her chairs, passed an already open beer. “We…we may have been planning this for
a week. Well, Tadashi did the planning. Mack just bought drinks and I
volunteered to bring you home since Tadashi would be an obvious candidate—”
“…how did you get into my apartment?”
Tadashi shot her an apologetic smile, to which she groaned. “My spare keys, T?
Really?”
“I promise you that it was for good
intentions,” the eldest Korean insisted. Beside her, Mack sat down and took yet
another beer from the opened pack. “We didn’t want to steal your furniture or
wreck your place. We just wanted to help.”
“By breaking and entering?”
“Shh.” Mack interrupted her, “Shh. This is an intervention.”
“An intervention?” Aether questioned. It
was at that point wherein Peters sighed and gently put a hand on her shoulder
in an attempt to calm her down. “What the fuck are you guys talking about?”
“Look, Tadashi explained it in more detail,
okay?” A mumbled sorry from Tadashi’s
general direction as well as the sound of food being transferred to a plate,
“You’re obviously not at your best because of the shit that happened. So we
just wanted to try and help at least. With alcohol, homemade food, and a legal
way of breaking and entering.”
She stayed quiet, all four of them
eventually gathering around the dining table ten minutes later. The three males
chewed on their food but Aether remained silent, only touching it lightly with
her fork. Peters and Mack exchanged apprehensive looks. Tadashi kept his eye on
her, and eventually, she spoke.
“…you know that you didn’t have to do this
for me.”
“We know.” Mack shrugged, “But that doesn’t
mean that we should be shitheads who just watch and let you be sad.”
“Was I that
sad?”
“There was a disturbance,” Peters
confirmed, to which Mack muttered a reference that the former caught and
snickered at. Beside her, Tadashi gently nudged Aether’s plate closer to her.
The two’s eyes met and she gave the smallest of nods before starting to eat. “But
honestly, Aether?” she looked at him. “Honestly. We’re your friends, not
soulless co-workers. You don’t have to keep all of that in.”
“It’s unhealthy,” Mack agreed, “like the
alcohol we’ll consume later.”
“I don’t want to drink,” Aether argued, but
Tadashi shook his head.
“You’ve been needing one. Believe me.” she
stared at him for a few seconds before sighing and continuing to eat. Peters
excused himself to grab another bottle of beer, and Mack helped himself to
another serving of what Tadashi had cooked. The American returned, and he and
Mack started talking about what the latter was watching when they had arrived.
Tadashi tapped Aether lightly.
“…you are okay with this, right? I know
Peters and Mack aren’t the heart-to-heart types, but even they wanted to help
you with it.” Aether nodded.
“I think I am. To be honest…I probably do
need this kind of thing. The apartment feels like a reminder,” she admitted,
and he understood her perfectly.
“Got it. Finish up,” he pulled an arm
around her to give her a hug to which she relaxed into, “And then we can really
start.” Across the table, Mack shot her a small smile of his own.
“You're with us,” the curly-haired male assured, “We promise that this'll be worth it.”
“You're with us,” the curly-haired male assured, “We promise that this'll be worth it.”
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