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Robb parked the car out front, him and Jon getting out as soon as they came to a stop.
Jon went to find his girlfriend.
Theon took the time to have a quick smoke.
"That is so unhealthy. Why are you doing this to yourself?"
Robb was a pest about car etiquette, naturally.
"Hey, I don't judge your strange addiction to mint ice cream either, leave me be."
"That is not the same and you know it."
"Whatever. Let's just have fun, okay?"
"Alright. I just worry about you, you know. I know you can take care of yourself but I'm your boyfriend and that has got to count for something."
"Eh, it's kinda cute, as long as you're not getting on my nerves with it. But I can take care of myself, yeah?"
"C'mon guys, let's go inside!" Ygritte, Jon's gf, called.
"Sure thing, beautiful."
Jon scowled and Ygritte threw him a kiss.
"Trying to make me jealous? I can't believe you, cheating on me like that!" Robb joked.
"Got to piss off Jon somehow."
A swall of warm stuffy air greeted them when the bouncer opened the door.
The lights were out of this world.
He hadn't expected to find anything today, much less his fucking soulmate.
On the tightly packed dance floor, it was near impossible to figure out what caused him to glow red all of a sudden.
And it wasn't a pretty, vibrant red dancing over his skin either, it was dark and muddy, like blood.
He couldn't let Robb see! It would break his heart.
So he hid from him in the crowd, until the glow subsided.
He wouldn't tell anyone about this.
He already was in a happy relationship with an amazing man he didn't deserve and he wasn't about to ruin that.
×××
Robb had thought of everything.
The ring, flowers, box of tissues in case someone started crying, pralines- the condoms Theon would undoubtedly expect.
What he hadn't planned for, was to find their flat empty.
It was very late, so it was unlikely he was out with his lads.
They had talked about being more responsible with their time, especially on work days.
When he didn't answer his phone, Robb resolved to wait for him.
He was going to do this today, no chickening out again.
Hours went by, he busied himself by watching TV and going over what he wanted to say.
Profound but not too mushy.
He had to get this just right or Theon would cry tears of laughter rather than joy.
×××
Theon stumbled inside and found Robb fast asleep on the couch.
And there was...
He hadn't meant to-
Oh, thank god he hadn't been home for that.
He should act like he hadn't seen.
Yeah, that'd be the safest bet.
He went to the bathroom to throw up.
Wow, he'd really overdone it this time.
Coming off the molly was the worst part.
He couldn't recall just how much he'd taken.
×××
"Touch him, Theon, I dare you."
"What! Why would I, we all know what will happen. He glows, I glow."
Robb had obvious tears in his eyes but blinked hard to fight them back.
Theon could have cried right then and there, too.
No one had the right to make this beautiful man cry and of course he'd done it.
Damnit, he just had to go and ruin every good thing that deigned to happen to him!
He hated himself.
"Go ahead, then, if you have nothing to worry about!"
Jon was quietly seething, he could tell.
"Just fucking do it, Greyjoy, he's right there!"
"Yeah, come on, Theon, I don't mind," Ramsay mocked from behind him.
His shame turned to anger at his words. How. Dare he!
"This is all your fault!"
"Nuh uh, YOU came to ME, in case you've forgotten. I was just giving you what you asked for. Don't go blaming me now."
"Shut the fuck up, Bolton, this is between them," Jon chimed in.
"Oh, you wanna go, pretty boy? Why not, I'll deal with you after."
"Jon." Robb shot him a warning glance.
"Fine," Jon scowled but backed down.
"And you. Just get this over with so we can all go home. Please don't make this worse for me than it already is."
Robb's pleading eyes were too much.
Defeated, he reached out to grab Ramsay's hand, none too gently.
As predicted, nothing happend.
Robb's eyes went wide and a single tear slipped down his cheek.
He stormed away before they could see more.
Theon wanted to follow him with all his heart but he didn't.
It was over.
They were done.
He fucked up, he always went and fucked shit up. He had no right to ask him to come back.
Jon still stood there, flabbergasted, waiting.
His reaction was somehow worse, he lost faith in him when Theon didn't even know he had any in the first place.
"I can't believe you would do that."
"Why not? He's a selfish little twat. You are all so blind."
Ramsay's smug voice tipped him over the edge.
He jumped him, about to strangle the heartless sonofabitch.
"Fuck you, you bastard!"
"Always so forward. That's what I like about you, soulmate."
They started wrestling for control, Ramsay having the time of his life, Theon angry-crying and hitting him wherever he could reach.
Out the corner of his eye, he saw Jon turn away and leave.
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