Connor
I found myself ringing Gabe's doorbell over and over again by the time I got to London. I wasn't sure if he was back but I prayed he was otherwise I would have been standing here, crying with his neighbors glancing at me with worry for absolutely no fucking reason.
My brain was still on hyperdrive and I just needed someone who would understand for a single second. I knew the only person who would, was him. If he could just open the fucking door that would do me wonders.
"Are you mad?" The door was finally ripped open and he looked at me with a glare. His face puffy from sleep and he was in his boxers with a sweater over his top. "I just flew in this morning. Give a man a chance to sleep Conn' you-" his words instantly caught in his throat when he saw my face.
