Title: Sour
Pairing/Characters: Tommy/Jase (OMC)
Rating (Word Count): R (2x100)
Warning(s): None
Author's notes: Thanks to aislinntlc for the beta. This is a direct sequel to last week's drabble for Taste.

Sour

Tommy knelt on the hard white tiles, head hanging over the bowl, the stench of his own failure making him want to lose his dinner all over again.

"Fuck," he groaned, leaning his forehead against the toilet seat. "Fuck, I fucked this up so badly."

He turned to look at Isaac standing in the doorway. "What the fuck am I gonna do?"

The sickeningly sweet sour smell of his words, their fight, hung heavy in the small room.

"I don't know, beb."

"Shit," Tommy moaned, his heart clenching in his chest again. "I love him and I fucked it up."

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His head pounded and his stomach clenched but there was nothing left to expel except his regret.

"Call him," Isaac said, holding out his phone.

Tommy took the phone but shook his head. "I can't. The things we said, I can't just. No, not over the phone."

"Then get your ass cleaned up and go over there," Sophie's voice sounded sharply from the hall.

"What do I say?" he whispered. "How do we get back from this?"

"You can start with 'I'm sorry,'" Sophie said softly, her chin hooked over Isaac's shoulder.

"It's not enough."

"No, but it's a start."

The End