After waiting so long, and making Fox push back, J'on was going to tell him how he felt. He was going to admit his love, he was going to tell him why he'd held back for so long. It hadn't been the first set of gifts, or even the third. What had started the entire cascade had been the arrival of Dashing. He loved the puppy so much, and it made him realize just how much Fox truly loved him. It had taken days, upon days after that for the last of the walls to come tumbling down, but they have finally been pulled, and now he was ready.
After making sure Dashing was settled on his bed - which was J'on's bed, but that was another matter to be taken care of later - he dressed himself in fine clothes and made sure he looked nice in the mirror. He was nervous, and he was scared, but he was ready for this, or at least he thought he was. Do you think he'll like it? Is it too much? Its too much, isn't it? I should just wear something comfortable in case its too much. Or maybe that won't be enough.
J'on... really. It won't matter, believe me. I don't think Fox is going to care what you're wearing, so long as you're with him.
J'on nodded, and headed out, but only after being told where to find Fox - Weyr Yard, under a tree. - in which case his footsteps took him towards the location in question once his feet touched ground. Des took back towards the pavilions once her rider was safely on foot, and he headed around, looking for Fox. He found him, a smile on his face, until he spotted someone semi-familiar with him. A woman.
She was touching him.
The way J'on had...
At the tavern...
Memories flashed before him, and his heart cracked and sank. The touch was lingering, far longer than it should for it to be considered a friendly touch. He wasn't moving her, wasn't stopping her, and bitter tears sprang in J'on's eyes. "How fucking stupid could I be..." He muttered under his breath before turning on his heel to get away before anything more happened with them. He didn't want to go back to his apartment, not now, not with all the reminders of Fox's "love" lingering in every single corner.
His feet started to carry him towards the crafthalls, in the direction of the forges. His eyes were blurred but he knew where to go. He needed to feel the heat surrounding him, needed to take out his hurt and anger on some metal. Needed to do it before he screamed. Des tried to calm him, said she'd speak to Fox, but he shook his head. Don't bother, don't bother with him at all.