“We all have our little addictions. Mine happens to be coffee.” Logan flopped down into a chair next to Jackson's and took his coffee, pulling his legugs up on the chair and balancing the cup on his knees. He took a sip and smiled “wow, I think this is the first decent cup of coffee Raz ever made!”
Raz came back in and sat down “yeah, I’m better at making chocolate than coffee but thanks. That’s a once in a lifetime chance so enjoy.”
Jay simply laughed. "Yeah because he used the leftovers from what I made yesterday." Jackson was about to join in on the conversation when his phone buzzed. He read the text quickly and sighed before standing. "As much as I'd love to stay for breakfast, I can't." "Really? Why not?" "I've got to get back home." "Right now? Can't it wait a little bit?" "I don't think it can."
Raz pouted “Fine, I don’t know how to make coffee, but at least I was resourceful.” He lightened up and took a sip of his hot chocolate. Logan glanced over “Aw already? Want me to walk you out?” He offered, taking a sip of the coffee again
"No no, you stay here and enjoy your breakfast. I'll see myself out." He flashed a small smile before walking out, leaving only three. Jay sighed and say down. "It's a shame he has to go, you two seemed to be getting along."
Logan nodded “wonder where he had to go. I hope everything’s alright if it was that urgent.” He said, taking a bite of his food and glancing out the door to where Jackson and left from
Jay shrugged. "Who knows." Okay, what's going on? Alyssa. She's pissed that I wasn't home last night and was threatening to come get me herself which means that Logan would've found out. Ah. Gotcha.
Raz rested a hand on his friends arm in reassurance "I'm sure we'll see him again soon, then maybe we can all go out on another double date." he suggest.
Logan nodded and finished off his food
Jay smiled at the thought. "That would be fantastic, another night with just the four of us." He shrugged. He kept glancing around the table although he didn't eat anything.
Raz leaned back once he made sure logan was alright and glanced over to jay. "Love, what's wrong? don't tell me it's the coffee, If logan can drink it, it can't be that bad." he rested his hand on Jay's and watched him in slight concern
He raised an eyebrow at him in confusion. "What are you talking about? I'm fine." Or so he claimed.
Raz lanced down at his food and then back up at Jay, but let the topic drop for now, at least outlaid. are you? You haven't eaten yet.
He glanced down at his plate and then back up at him. Yes, I'm sure. I'm okay, love. No he wasn't. He still felt guilty about the fiasco yesterday and when he felt guilty, he wouldn't eat.
he stroked the back of Jay's hand with his thumb before taking it back to eat
He simply sat back in his chair, staring at his plate with his hands tightly clasped in his lap.
After eating, Raz took the empty plates and cups to the sink to be washed. He also took Jay’s food and drink and wrapped it up for later, still worried that he hadn’t eaten or said anything.
Logan had noticed Jay’s sudden mood change as well and glanced up worriedly at Raz. Raz shrugged helplessly and ran a hand through his hair
He kept thinking about the night before. Something kept nagging at him, like it wasn't quite right. He wasn't sure how, dinner had been wonderful. But the more he thought about it, the more it bugged him. He chewed on his lip, brows furrowing together in frustration.
Logan had gone off to his room to do some final preparations and edits to his work for the gallery next week.
Raz has stayed behind and rested a hands on Jay’s head, gently brushing aside stray hair and getting our minor tangled. Love, please. Tell what’s wrong.
Something about last night…it's been bugging me all morning… He kept combing through his memory, trying to figure out what was wrong when it clicked and his stomach dropped. "Shit!" He dropped his head into his hands. "No. No no no no no, this isn't happening. This can't be happening."
Raz jumped in surprise when Jay suddenly moved. “Love? What can’t” be glanced around to make sure Logan hadn’t come out of his room before pulling up a chair beside Jay.
"The waitress last night. Her name was Nicole. I didn't realize it at the time because I was so nervous but now that I'm looking back on it, something about her didn't seem right. It just hit me. Nicole. She's my older brother's wife. And I know for damn sure that she probably recognized me. If word gets out, especially to my family, I'm done for."
“Can’t you just lie to them and tell them it’s for the contract? Play it off as a part of your job.” He suggested “and hey, maybe she didn’t recognize you, it had been 7 years since you probably last saw her, maybe more. Maybe she didn’t recognize you.”
"Are you crazy? I can't talk to them! They. Think. I'm. Dead. They were at the funeral! They saw me get put in the ground! If I just show up at their door one day, they'd freak! And if word that I made contact with my family got back to Marcus or God forbid someone higher, I'd be done for. Forced to return to hell with no chance of returning. Which means I'd leave you behind once again but this time as my fiancè but never my husband."
Raz thought for a moment, resting his head on his arm “if your family thinks your dead, then they should t worry about your sister in law. They’ll think she’s crazy for saying something like that. Or at least they’ll shrugged it off as a sister’s loss and grief getting in the way of her rational thought.” He said softly “you’re not going anywhere love.”
"But there's always a case of what if. If she got a photo of me last night and uses that as evidence, then they'd probably believe her. And Lord only knows what my sister would spend on an investigation into what's going on, where I am, and why I'm alive."
Raz sighed and stared at the table for a bit, eyebrows furrowed in thought. “What if we make you a new identity? You said it yourself to the system you’re dead. We can make a new identity for you. That way if anyone asks, they’ll be mistaking you with someone else.”