For how long?

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Honestly, he had suspected this for months, he had noticed his husband going out more often and coming home later or the unfamiliar pieces of clothing he had sometimes found. So the sight infront of him shouldn't have suprised James as much as it had. Especially since he had been startled enough to let his grocerys fall to the ground and alert the two people infront of him of his presence. Fuck he couldn't walk away now. Not when Lee was already hurriedly pulling his horrid reinderr sweater over his head and Matt buttoning up his fancy dress shirt.

He was frozen. He couldn't move. It wasn't until Matt was halfway through the door of the bathroom to clean himself of, that he finally spoke his voice cracking : "For how long?" Lee who was now starring at James with confusion decieded to speak up. "Hey you're Matt's roomate right? He probably -- and at this the short Japanese man turned to Matt with a look of iritation one would use on a bad behaving child--didn't mention to you that i was coming over. Sorry about that. I'm Lee Michaelis, his boyfriend." and he held his hand out for James to shake. That had been the last straw that evening. James exploded.

His own voice was still ringing in both of his ears. It had been hours since he had trown both of them out yet he still couldn't find peace. Sitting in a corner and rocking back and forth while he cradled his legs to his chest. He couldn't take his eyes of the bed infront of him. Their bed. Well it had been. Until Matt had decieded to take another man into it.

He lifted his hand to gaze his cheek the way that Matt would do when kissing him on his lips, forhead or nose. He noticed that his cheek feelt wet yet also dry. When had his tears started drying? When had he even started crying and when had he stopped? James was clutching his head now. The world spinning around him. He was tired. Horribly so. He layed down and curled sideways on the floor not caring that he was still wearing his coat and scarf. Or that the grocerys were still laying spilled on the floor. He just closed his eyes and let sleep over come him exactly as his digital clock read 5 am.

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