trying to get a reservation at dorsia.

He’s approaching with his payment — a passed out human.

He’s rather indifferent to her, she’s practically begging him to take her back .. But he’s ignored her. She’s not even there in his mind. He lays the human in front of the wendigo. “Thank you.” A sad sigh. He looks at her stomach — it’s been about a month. Only 3 more.

Spills coffee on him — simply by accident.

And you never knew how much I really liked you. Cause I never even told you. Oh, but I meant to.

Mischa has wide eyes and a super guilty look on his face — fake, but he wishes it was real. He knows Adam didn’t deserve that. “I— fuck, I’m so sorry. Holy shit, are you okay? Did it burn you?” He’s dropped his bag, scrambling his hands through it to find a replacement shirt.

Oh fuck, he’s feeling horrible. “God, I’m so fucking sorry! Holy shit!” He’s WEARING his extra shirt and when he comes to the realization, he groans. “I’ll wash it for you and bring it back— I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He repeats the question. He’s fucking worried.

“Fuck your tour, you’re hurt, can’t you see that?” He’s ripped the shirt open by a couple buttons due to the blatant ignoring of his questions. “Look. Jesus Christ..”

“If you /acknowledged/ the second degree burns on your chest, I wouldn’t have to.” Dear lord. This is the most frustrating part of his morning. He’s not even up before noon typically. But no. He decided to be pRoDuCTiVe and look where it led him.

“I’m a doctor literally on my way to surgery, of course, but I also know how serious burns are if not treated properly.” He sighs. “C’mon, I’ll give you a doctors note if you let me take you to the ER real quick. No charge.”

Mischa puts his hands on his shoulders. “I am a doctor telling you that if you don’t go to the ER now, you will not be able to work at all from the amount of pain you’ll be in due to untreated burns.” He lets go.

Dreaming about eating his wife. (Literally.)

“Correct.” He’s distressed, signs of sleep deprivation are clear. But they’re asleep. Finally. Not for long, but it’s enough. “Upstairs .. in the nursery.”

Two cribs with a baby in each, a forest green blanket and a dark, navy blue blanket swaddling them. He follows behind the other. Just then, one of them opens their eyes. “Sleep isn’t a long lasting thing in this house.”

Formula was not a great topic of conversation for him right now. He approaches the crib, lifting the one with the green blanket. “This .. is the girl, Cora Simonetta.” A small smile, as he gently placed her in his brother’s arms.

He’s holding the other child in his arms, but he hasn’t announced the boy’s name. His eyes shift to Cora, who seems rather content in her uncle’s arms. “They are .. so small.” He says with a small laugh. For once, he’s completely off guard and displays a genuine smile.

Unfaithful, unfaithful, unfaithful..