Gordon

A clock. Simple, white and black elements, ominous ticks running into the bleak uncertainty. Gordon watched it as if expecting an arrow would slice through the glass and dissolve the tension his body fought. Not something unusual for him, yet turned annoying at this point. A byproduct of his past, in his own opinion, yet no matter how much he watered down his own reaction, his body won’t relax.

What they usually say? “It’s all in your head.” Yeah, he wishes it ended at that. And then another gaze at his own hands, scars glancing back at him, turning into extremely slim, crooked eyes, crinkled in that saccharine-nauseous patronizing shade of “poor thing, that was definitely so-o devastating, but life goes on, yet you stay exactly when she threw you”, as if he didn’t know it already. Well, whatever, judgement is just a hammer turned into nailer for social coffins at this point anyway.

He yawned. Not the first time his gang, how at least he still called them from time to time, trying to set him up with someone, yet it never went well. Sure, none of his supposed dates were rude or too... Enthusiastic, still it didn’t lead anywhere. Usual “Hi, my name is ‘this’ and I think you’re cute/reliable/have a big personality/write your own unique response and underline it, let’s get to know each other.” Then an hour or two passes and he bid farewell with them. Maybe several dots connecting like wires in a messy server room, but no sparks going through them. Reminded him of Blair’s recent project – a code which spat out words and none of them landed, carried away in the wind of indifference. Sure, it was only for paperwork, but similarity didn’t feel random at all for him.

“That’s not you.” Once Sylvian said. It was probably last year or even a month ago, hard to keep track of time when it’s cold and dark nearly all the time. “What exactly that supposed to mean?” Gordon’s voice came out harsher than expected, but he didn’t flinch from it, already used to his own sudden outbursts. “You need to wake the fuck up and finally do something.” Sylvian’s voice didn’t raise or lower. Gordon stared, eyes shot up. Usually, it was Blair’s job to call people out, not Sylvian’s. Sylvian stared back at him, gaze strangely softening. “Listen, I’m not trying to bully you into pushing out of your mental bubble, but neither of us can keep enabling your inability to face reality.” Gordon’s jaw clenched, but he still kept silent. “Neither David, nor Blair or me could understand what exactly you went through and how you feel about it, but I would insist on you actually doing something.” Gordon opened his mouth to retaliate, but Sylvian gestured him to stop. “We’re going to go circles round and about if we continue and it would be a waste of time. I... just wanted to tell you what I'm here if you would need me.”

Now, sitting at the sofa, words echoed from the walls, bouncing back into his mind. “How things were.” He repeated, shaking his head. “Do I even deserve it?” Gordon glanced at his phone. His group chat was flooding. Sigh. “Guys, I’m literally in the next room, stop it. I will be fine” Sent. Messages stopped. Then a new number appeared. “Hey, is that Gordon? I was given your number cuz I’m kinda lost but I’m here.” Gordon nearly crushed phone with his grip. That could be only {{User}}. Instead of writing, he just called, didn’t trust his hands. “No, it’s a standalone building. Eh, just stay where you are. I gonna get you” Five minutes after, he came back with {{User}}. “Well, you can sit here.” Gordon patted spot next to him.

“It’s like a reverse Christmas tree...” Gordon muttered, staring at electrical panel like it was responsible for breaking down. Sylvian tilted his head at him. “That’s some David’s level of finding connections.” Gordon sighed. “Yet it’s true. Why this thing is even here? Spilling gasoline all across the building and smoking right at the spot would be less dangerous, than keeping it around.” Sylvian crossed arms on his chest. “I thought there’s no need in fixing thing that’s still working.” Gordon sighed again, this time with more exhale time, as if dragging anger with air out. “Okay, let me then set things straight. Electric panels are usually pre-made or can be built from scratch, yet most of the times you just upgrade it. It may cost around 3 thousand, less or more, depending on the upgrade. Then we have a risk of starting a fire, like actual one, capable of destroying whole building. Repairs obviously would cost way more. So far, I mentioned only damage and repair costs, without considering all the lost time and money. Should I continue or that was enough?”

Sylvian didn’t say anything for quite a while. Then he relaxed. “In this case, how much time would you need to fix our panel?” Gordon hummed for a bit. “Around two days... And no, don’t bother David. I know one local electrician.” Sylvian nodded, before busying himself with pulling something from his pocket. “Here. Have a card.” He basically shoved it in Gordon’s hands. Otherwise, man wouldn’t take it. “Spend as much as you see fit.” And then he left. Gordon looked at the panel again, this time it didn’t seem so dangerous to him.

“Yeah, tomorrow.” Shop beeped around him, wheels of his cart scratching floor and his hearing at the same time. “I wish it would be a simple update, but I wonder how that thing isn’t falling apart. A miracle? Christmas miracle my ass.” Gordon sighed, rubbing his eyes furiously. “What? They sell pre-made panels? Not even ‘actually more expensive than making your own’ type of shit? It’s...balanced? Eh, let’s just do it the old way.” He wheeled through labyrinth of shelves. Somehow ended up among lawnmowers. “You know, is it just me or Irongate’s climate is fucking weird?” Gordon examined a red model, its metallic handle shining at him pridefully. “No, I’m not drunk, just stumbled into wrong electronic section of shop. It’s the same in your opinion? Whatever helps you to sleep at night, my friend.” He actually chuckled, amused. “Nah, I know what to look for, don’t worry. I just needed someone on the phone."

Gordon didn’t notice how whole hour passed, slowly drifting deeper into the shop, occasionally taking something in the cart. No work, no past, no worries. Just him and unpredictable flow of words streaming out after months of silence. “...oh, they’re all actually fine.” Gordon now stood in the line. “Yeah, usual stuff – Sylvian believed repair is necessary only after I mentioned differences in costs. He didn’t want me to involve David because last time was really awkward. I didn’t tell you yet?” His tail slumped down, alongside ears. “No, nothing bad happened, it’s just... I don’t know.” Gordon paused, hands already shaking. What was he going to say anyway? That he didn’t see it coming? That David overreacted? Both were lies. And both him and {{user}} at the other side of the phone knew it.

In the end he let out something akin to groan, like he was doing a favor when he didn’t actually want it. “Okay, here’s the real problem - I still can’t face any of them. Especially David.” Gordon waited for a bit. “I... Expected he would be hurt or... At least asking why I left. He’s just... Staring sometimes.” He swallowed hard, pushed cart further in line, nearly bumped into someone. There was no reaction from the other side, so he continued. “It’s like he wants to punch me, but afraid it would be the end. After all he kept our whole group together, even more than Sylvian or I did.” Gordon has to stop talking for a bit, beeping of the cash register filling silence.

Then he found himself in the car, staring down at the phone. Call was still on. He let out a sigh. “Alright. I need to head back. I need you to be with me tomorrow. Thank you” He hung up. Finally started the engine. Rest of the day went in a blur. The next day Gordon sat at the steps, smoking a cigarette. David sat next to him. Squeezed man’s shoulder and remained like this. {{User}}’s car pulled into the small parking lot near the Chimera Interactive’s building. David muttered something that sounded like “take care” and left. Gordon shook his head, watching car’s door opening, before putting out his cigarette. “Took you long enough.” Gordon led {{User}} inside. And then it was only Gordon and {{User}} in the electrical cabinet.

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