Through the Screen

abel entered the kitchen hesitantly, silently watching as noah settled a stack of plates and a few spoons and forks on the counter, turning around and making his way to the fridge. when noah noticed abel discreetly standing at the threshold of the kitchen, he paused his actions, biting his lip and raising his eyebrows slightly at the younger boy who looked away as soon as their eyes met.

"you need something?" noah mumbled quietly, his fingers tightening their grip on the refrigerator handle but not opening it.

"y-your mum told me to help," abel flinched at his own voice, sounding just as pathetic as he felt. "sorry, i-i don't want to make you uncomfortable but i didn't know how to tell her—" abel begins to ramble nervously and noah just sighs, shaking his head and finally diverting his attention back to the fridge, opening it and taking out the chicken so it can be grilled.

"it doesn't matter," he responded vaguely, making his way to the stove as he ignited one of them and placed a grill pan on the gas. abel stood still, confused by his calm response.

somehow, he preferred the yelling and the tears and the breaking instead of this uncomfortable silence and the pretentious conversations. at least when noah was screaming at him, abel knew that he was bothered, that he loved him, that he cared. this vicarious persona however, was breaking abel 's heart in the worst way possible.

"i'm really sorry," abel blurted all of a sudden, watching as noah stopped his movements for a minute before resuming his work, as if he didn't hear the broken words slipping past abel lips.

"i don't care," noah muttered ignorantly, squeezing his eyes shut and pursing his lips as he tried to control his breathing. he had been trying to be as passive as possible in the past few hours; their irrelevant relationship was already bothering their son, noah didn't want to bother his mother as well.

he wasn't sure what they meant, whatever noah has said in the past five minutes—which were only two sentences—made abel 's

abel asked, not sure if it even was an answerable question, but noah just shrugged his shoulders as if he wasn't bothered.

so i have no idea why you are even bothering

his jumper over his hands and fisting the material harshly, his cheeks flushed with hurt and

raised his voice just a little. "you slept with him even after i told you i—" noah paused, taking a deep breath to stop himself from crying

preferred to spend more time with him, and now you have also

slipping down his cheeks as he struggles to speak through the lump in his throat. "i have always loved you! only you, you, i, i have never chosen chris over you, you're my,

started to seep out in venomous words and right now, he pays no attention as to how he is affecting abel. somewhere between

you're cheating on me and i was drunk and his friend," abel can't even complete

his guard down and forgive abel if he watches him like that, and a small foolish part of him even wants to do that. but he knows that even if he forgives abel right now, they will never be the same, there is no point