Misty Gray
Pessimisty
The 'Campbell' Residence
~ Utrecht, The Netherlands ~
Monday 8th September 1997
Hendrik Janssen
~ Utrecht, The Netherlands ~
Monday 8th September 1997
Hendrik Janssen
Wesley visiting hadn’t been out of the ordinary, as the man often came to see Billy and Charlie. Something had seemed off this time, however. Billy hadn’t seemed quite himself and Hendrik could sense it a mile off. Thankfully, his boyfriend had told him they needed to talk, which saved Hendrik needing to push for an explanation. Of course, he was nervous about what his boyfriend needed to talk about, but he was still grateful it seemed he wasn’t going to be keeping secrets from him.
Despite appreciating the openness, Hendrik found himself worrying about what he was going to be told. Was this where Billy told him he wanted to break up with him? Whilst he trusted his boyfriend and that their feelings for each other were mutual, maybe he’d done something to upset Charlie without realising. Of course Billy would put his son’s feelings and welfare first, Hendrik wouldn’t expect otherwise. He just hoped he hadn’t done anything to upset the boy. He knew it would take time for Charlie to accept him, but Hendrik cared a lot about Billy’s child.
Hendrik had just showered and dried himself off. Wearing only his boxer shorts and with a towel draped over his shoulders to finish towel-drying his hair, he stepped out of the en-suite into the bedroom. He started drying his hair with the towel but quickly stopped when he noticed Billy looking anxious whilst perched on the end of their bed. “John?” he replied when Billy spoke his name. When his boyfriend said he needed to tell him something, Hendrik slowly nodded. “Okay…” he quietly replied and draped the towel over the back of the nearby chair. When the other man warned him it was something big, Hendrik instinctively retrieved one of his t-shirts from the chest of drawers and put it on. Perhaps it was his deep down insecurities creeping to the surface, but if he was about to get dumped, he didn’t want to be half-naked whilst it happened.
Hendrik sat on the bed next to Billy, turning himself into a position where he could see him. “What… what’s wrong, John?” Hendrik delicately asked, his heart racing in his chest as he dreaded the next word’s out of the Londoners mouth.