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All your coffee are belong to Gabe!

Location: The Cravat
Time: N/A. (Though for all intents and purposes it is morning.)

This morning, as with many mornings, Gabe's first thought was one word. This one word was 'coffee.' He carefully extricated himself from his and Jeannot's bed, making sure not to wake his love as he did. He left the room quietly and went down the stairs, looking for any new room, hopefully one containing a coffee-maker and some grounds. As luck ((or possibly the BC's inherent MKCSR powers)) would have it, the first room he decided to explore was the kitchen, the coffee-maker on the counter like a gift from G-d. He only had to look through two cupboards before finding the coffee grounds and cups, and he set about making it, humming Chelsea Hotel #2 very loudly to himself. Once done, he sat upon the counter, impatiently watching it percolate.


Jan. 28th, 2007 09:13 pm (UTC)
Jeannot shook his head, feeling guilty. "I will go and try to speak with him, then," he told the other two. He lingered for a moment, reluctant to leave Gabe's side, but did, in the end, manage to tear himself away from his love.

He climbed the stairs with a bit of trepidation, hoping that Watson wouldn't throw anything at him. Stopping in front of the closed door, he took a deep breath and knocked. "Watson?" he called softly. "It is Jeannot. May I come in?"
Jan. 28th, 2007 09:30 pm (UTC)
"What? Oh, yes, yes you may." Watson was sitting unhappily on the bed, one of his shoes on the floor beside him, the other lying just near the doorway.
Jan. 28th, 2007 09:36 pm (UTC)
Jeannot entered hesitantly, looking with sympathy at the doctor. He shut the door gently behind him and moved forward a bit, hands in his pockets. "Good morning, my friend," he said quietly, studying Watson. "I-- are you going to throw that shoe at me?" He smiled, to let the other man know that he was making a joke, but his eyes were serious.
Jan. 28th, 2007 09:55 pm (UTC)
"No, not at you," Watson laughed. "I'd offer you a seat, but there's only the cot." He smiled, putting on an immediate façade, mostly out of old Victorian habit. "Is there breakfast downstairs?"
Jan. 28th, 2007 10:01 pm (UTC)
Jeannot smiled back and moved closer, coming to stand at the foot of the cot. "There is," he answered cheerfully. "Gabe has made coffee, and he is toasting bread." Jeannot smiled encouragingly at his friend. "Won't you come down and have some with us?"
Jan. 28th, 2007 10:40 pm (UTC)
"Certainly," Watson said, still smiling with an inspired arificiality. "I am always quite hungry in the mornings." Unfortunately, he often also ended up weeping in the mornings, particularly where Holmes was concerned, and this was beginning to make itself uncomfortably evident. He wiped a tear away in a manner which he hoped was subtle. It wasn't.
Jan. 28th, 2007 10:52 pm (UTC)
Jeannot stood uncertainly for a moment, feeling terrible that Watson was weeping, before moving to sit next to him on the cot, placing a hesitant hand on his friend's shoulder. He fished in his shirt pocket, pulling out his small pocket kerchief, and offered it to Watson wordlessly.

"Are you--" Jeannot began after a moment, and stopped himself quickly. "No, of course you are not all right, or you would not be weeping," he murmured, and studied Watson's face, concerned. "You are upset over M. Holmes?" he guessed softly, again feeling the sting of guilt for having told the doctor about Holmes' liaison in the bar.
Jan. 28th, 2007 11:14 pm (UTC)
"No," said Watson, his voice strained with good British self control, "I am upset over me, because I have behaved, as usual, like a complete imbecile." He took Jeannot's hankerchief and wiped his eyes with as much dignity as possible. "When you want someone to forgive you something, it's probably best not to go throwing shoes at them."
Jan. 28th, 2007 11:21 pm (UTC)
Jeannot frowned, trying to make sense of this. "You want him to forgive you?" he asked, a bit puzzled, but keeping his voice calm and hopefully soothing. "Whatever for?"
Jan. 28th, 2007 11:33 pm (UTC)
"For getting married, and for staying married, and for. . .for. . .for throwing footwear at him," Watson concluded disconnectedly, wringing the hankerchief in his hands. "And I suppose we may as well both go downstairs and eat breakfast."
Jan. 28th, 2007 11:58 pm (UTC)
Jeannot blinked. "Well," he said after a moment, still looking a bit concernedly at Watson. "If you think so." He patted Watson's shoulder. "Are you certain that you are calm enough?" he asked quietly.
Jan. 29th, 2007 12:24 am (UTC)
"Oh, yes," Watson said, shaking his head no. He paused. "I'm terribly sorry, I've just woke up - let's just go on, shall we?" He made it halfway out the door before sighing and drooping against the frame.
Jan. 29th, 2007 12:38 am (UTC)
Jeannot followed Watson, still concerned, and rushed to his side, a bit frightened, when the doctor leaned against the door frame as though he could not go on. "Watson?" he asked, voice rising in concern, and slipped an arm around his new friend's waist, worried that he would fall over if left to his own devices. Jeannot shook his head at Watson. "Come, my friend," he urged, gesturing back into the room. "We need not go just yet."
Jan. 29th, 2007 01:15 am (UTC)
"Thank you," Watson said gratefully, patting Jeannot's hand. "I can stand on my own, don't worry. I'm only a bit distressed." He pressed his shirt sleeve to his still damp eyes. "I don't suppose there's any way that I could shock someone like you?"
Jan. 29th, 2007 01:23 am (UTC)
Jeannot shook his head, still concerned. "I do not think so," he told Watson. "Please, come and sit down." He tugged at the doctor's arm, leading him back over to the cot, watching him carefully.
Jan. 29th, 2007 01:39 am (UTC)
"Thank you," Watson repeated, allowing himself to be lead over to the cot. He brushed a hand with finality over his eyes, sitting down. "If I cannot shock you, may I. . .confess something to you?"
Jan. 29th, 2007 01:45 am (UTC)
"Anything you like," Jeannot told him quietly, resuming his seat next to Watson and watching him curiously, wondering what it was that he was so anxious to say. "I do not think that there is much that can shock me, anymore." He smiled and went quiet, waiting to hear what it was that Watson wanted to confess.
Jan. 29th, 2007 01:59 am (UTC)
Watson took a deep breath, then began. "I believe that I really am, in fact, in love with another man. I mean, I realize of course that it's impossible and all that, but I know my feelings, now that I have considered them, and -" He trailed off, under the mistaken impression that this confession was at all a surprise to anyone.
Jan. 29th, 2007 02:06 am (UTC)
Jeannot watched him, sure there must be something more to it. "Yes?" he prompted gently, when Watson didn't go on. "You are in love with M. Holmes, and...?"
Jan. 29th, 2007 03:20 am (UTC)
"And it is a problem!" Watson burst out, not with anger but with frustration. "I'm married, and I love her, and besides it isn't possible and I really suppose we ought to go downstairs now shouldn't we?"
Jan. 29th, 2007 03:29 am (UTC)
"Not until you are more calm," Jeannot told him softly, trying to get him to relax. "Watson, mon ami. You are right; it is a problem, and one which you probably ought to speak with M. Holmes about." He placed a hand on Watson's arm hesitantly, hoping it would calm him. "But-- wait a while. Tell me, what do you mean, it isn't possible?" he asked, the idea bothering him. "To love a man?"
Jan. 29th, 2007 03:41 am (UTC)
"It simply isn't," Watson said, calming slightly. "The only people who ever propose that sort of thing are radicals. They're not respectable. They die young of venereal diseases and other sundry ailments." Realizing to whom he was speaking, he blushed and added, "Present company accepted, I suppose. . ."
Jan. 29th, 2007 04:03 am (UTC)
Jeannot shook his head at that. "David did not love Jonathan, then?" he asked quietly. "Patrocle did not love Achille? Ephestion did not love Alexandre?" He hesitated on the last name, thinking of his own Alexandre, but carried on bravely. "My Alexandre did not love me? Gabe does not love me?" Jeannot looked down, twining his fingers in his lap. "It is not the mark of a radical, to love and be loved by a man," he said softly. "And it is not impossible. I know that, and you know that."
Jan. 29th, 2007 04:48 am (UTC)
Watson was very quiet.

This is a customary state of being while experiencing an epiphany.
Jan. 29th, 2007 05:07 am (UTC)
Jeannot looked up after a moment, noticing that Watson remained silent. He swallowed hard and looked away, hoping that he had not killed a friendship that had barely begun. "Have I shocked you, now?" he asked softly.
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