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"Actually... I can't think with low sugar so I'm just going to.."
Ciel disappeared behind his menu while Alois still nibbled on tiny pieces of bread, ignoring a headache. Sebastian and Claude, not really on the sweet tooth side, let their children choose while sipping their drink and discussing various subjects.
"Alois you're weirdly silent tonight, what is new in your little life ?"
Claude asked as he was folding his napkin in some kind of origami piece. His mostly empty plate was stained with the blood and butter of his rare steak. Sebastian who went for poultry tonight left a cleaner plate but with an even cleaner bone sitting in the middle. Okay, Alois might only be a rotating picky flexitarian who still accepted to wear fur when offered to him but it didn't help with his general uneasiness.
"Nothing really, working, training, just got out of a fitting and costume measurements thing. Greatest boyfriend ever right there was being a helpful gentleman the whole time. Everything is great."
"I just held your coat and took pictures." Ciel mumbled.
He was playing with the untouched crust of his truffle pizza and stopped, remembering how his father used to lightly slap his hand with his fork to make him stop when he was smaller. He threw a glance at Sebastian who relaxed his hand and smiled at him.
"You know, I went to see you on stage a week ago, Alois." Claude started with his same monotonous tone.
"Seriously ? And you don't call... you don't come to see me right after ? I've been pleading you to come and see me ?"
"I did not want to distract you, I just wanted to take a look."
"Sure. Okay, weirdo. What's my score then ?" He said, crumbling his bread on the rest of his salmon salad and stretching on his chair.
"Good. But actually, since you want to get hostile you do look a bit off sometimes."
"I think I will go for pecan and maple syrup pie, Al’, what about you ?"
The young blue haired man preferred to intervene as he felt his boyfriend slowly boiling up inside and his caregiver crawling up over the warmth, seeking for fire. He placed a hand on Alois' waist who softened a bit. He knew he looked tired. It's been going on for weeks.
"Not hungry anymore."
"Are you sure because they have raspberry and white chocolate macarons and-"
"I need to go to the bathroom"
The blond man rapidly disappeared leaving Ciel and the two headed beast. No solidarity from his lover, really. They stayed in silence and the younger one distracted himself by scrolling on his phone and looking at pictures Alois sent him of them they took earlier in the day. He wanted them to match tonight so both wore a satin blouse with black bottoms. Emerald green, crew necked top assorted with high waisted dress pants and high heels for Alois. Dark blue, flowy, buttoned up paired with fitted trousers, derbies and gold earrings for Ciel. Claude interrupted his train of thoughts.
"With me, he was healthy."
He said it without even looking at him. Which is, still better than having those amber eyes pierce his skull.
"Well, I wouldn't know about anything, since you never call…" Sebastian added, also aiming at the young one.
Now crimson eyes were burning his'.
Okay this was just unfair. He couldn't fight both rancid idiots at the same time, he had to make choices or he would lose his mind. Sebastian sipped his wine, smirking at his son who sighed like a teen. Fuck that.
"One : No he wasn't. Two : I'm busy. Don't fucking start if you still want to go anywhere with me."
Must do the work for now since it did cut the three way conversation after Sebastian glared at him and complained to Claude about the ungratefulness of the youth. After being served his cake he started stabbing it with anxiety. Alois was gone for a bit now.
"I should check on him"
Ciel sneaked to the restaurant's bathroom and looked around. He didn’t see anything and was about to check outside when he heard someone coughing and gagging.
"Oh fuck... Oh fuck.." followed uncomfortable sounds.
"Alois, you're okay in there ? Please open the door."
"I'm fine I'm fine" he answered with a weak voice.
".... Can you open ?"
He heard Alois swearing again, flush and open, looking red and ill as hell. Ciel stopped him from going out, gave him a tissue and massaged his shoulder. Before Alois flushed it out after cleaning his mouth and nose out his boyfriend noticed tiny red sparks on it.
"What happened, what's this ?"
"Nothing, I'm sick. Sometimes it happens when your throat is all irritated, I think, I read that on internet."
"... Were you sick ? Or did you make yourself sick ?" He asked suddenly all serious.
"... Ciel, don’t, no…"
"Which one is it ?"
Alois looked at him like a guilty dog.
"Maybe a bit of both."
"...Okay, we are going to the hospital to check if it's nothing."
Ciel tried to sound soft, control his trembling voice and tipsy thoughts. He left everything unaddressed for too long as he didn’t know how to do it properly. He was enabling him. Maybe Faustus was right.
"Fuck no, I want to go home and rest"
"No we are not going to just go home, silly."
"Okay honey, how about this : you go to the hospital, and I go back to the table, hm ?"
The blond man walked up the marble sink and washed his face, trying to save what was left of his makeup. Then put his clothes together and fluffed his hair up before going back. Ciel was fed up. The night was fucked from the start, his boyfriend was sick and triggered. He felt cornered. He had no issue ending it all on a chaotic note. And his lover just provoked him. Fine. He composed himself and went sitting back too, following conversation and drinking a bit more, waiting for his moment to come.
"You both took a really long time, we were a bit worried"
"Oh ?" Ciel smiled at Alois who recognized a weird sparkle in his eye.
"Worried ? No. We definitely can't have that. Worrying is bad." He followed up with a condescending tone, sat up on his chair really straight, displacing anything in front of him.
"I just want to say : I am having a fantastic night."
And violently smashed his face on the table.
Everyone froze up with shock as Ciel (a bit dizzy), lifted up his head showing his profusely bleeding nose. Sebastian was the fastest to hold his nose with a tissue while everyone panicked around them. Waiters ran around, looking for ice, other clients stood there, not understanding the situation.
"Oh my god I'll call, i'll call someone"
"No-no wait we'll get him in the car, Alois, hold him"
"Why ? I want to go home, nosebleeds happen." Ciel asked.
Sebastian ran outside, swearing something about "attention seeking brats" between his teeth, getting the car closer while Claude brought other tissues.
"So" Ciel began, a few moments alone with Alois, smiled then winced.
"Seems like I am going to the hospital. Still coming home ?"
"Shut up, you're sick, you're insane !"
As Alois angrily yelled at him, he tried to check if the bleeding kept going. Ciel drew back, still in pain.
"You're lucky it doesn't look broken, oh, you can whine now, it was your stupid idea !"
Feeling worry and a beginning of tears in his boyfriend's voice, Ciel slowly kissed his knuckles to appease him. Alois rested his forehead on his shoulder, calling him stupid again and again. The injured one made a sign to Claude who was about to take the boys coats and who crouched at his sitting height. He said something in his ear which was answered by a simple nod by the man with glasses. They all got up and walked outside. On the way Alois gave a last glance to the table behind them. Spilled drinks stained the cream tablecloth, leftovers soaking in wine, champagne and water, blood poisoning food, mixing wine, dripping on tissues and ruining it all for good. They got in the car and the blond man held on to his lover for dear life, even after he got better.
Ciel apologized.
He firstly wanted to say "Now, you know what it feels like."
He then felt cruel and stupid. But it was so much better than feeling hopeless.