Wait for Him to Come Home

The first thing I notice when I walk into the loft is that the whole scent of the place is off somehow. It's not unpleasant, but it is noticeable enough and it takes me only a few seconds to identify the scent as belonging to one of Blair's teas. Given the concentration I assume it has gotten spilled so I head for the kitchen, knowing that unless I clean it properly it will ferment and drive me crazy. I'm not really worried about it, just moving on autopilot until I realize that the spill is not where it should be. There is no way that the tea could have accidentally gotten spilled against the far wall and I know it. The only possible explanation is that it was flung by someone, which leads me to the obvious questions who did it and why.

There are no obvious signs of any sort of disturbance in the loft, though a careful examination does reveal a small shard of Blair's blue mug... I try to filter out the scents, trying to determine if there are any indications of the presence of someone else, some intruder, but there aren't any, so chances are that Sandburg himself is responsible for that broken mug, the question is why. I figure that the only one who can possibly answer that is my partner, but I have already registered the fact that there are no other heartbeats present in the loft. I am alone, and that means that Sandburg has taken off. At least for once I can be reasonably sure he HASN'T been kidnapped, but still there is something disturbing about that broken mug. I've been living with him for over four years now and one word I wouldn't use to describe him is violent, yet I can't deny the evidence either. The most logical scenario is that, while alone at the loft, Blair flung his mug against the wall and that bothers me. It means that chances are that he has finally reached the breaking point.

I have been waiting for him to snap for a couple of weeks now, knowing it was only a matter of time, but that doesn't mean I have been looking forward to this moment. I still have no clue as to how I'm going to handle the situation. I know there is nothing I can say or do that will make it all better, and I really don't know what to expect. I am out of my depth here and I know just what's at stake.

I think about going after Sandburg, knowing that he shouldn't be alone right now, but even though I feel the need to find him, I have no idea as to where he could possibly be, and that means that realistically speaking there is nothing I can do but wait for him to come home.