Fighting...

Gabriel stormed through the door to their apartment, and heard Foster follow him, slamming the door behind him. The sound it made was so loud and definite it almost made the very walls shake. He spun around to face Foster, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "You," he began.

"I wasn't flirting with her, for fuck sakes!" Foster interrupted. "How many times do I have to tell you that? Once more? Okay, fine – I wasn't flirting with her! There, you happy now?"

"You might not have noticed it," Gabriel snarled, his bottom lip curling, once Foster had stopped talking, "but she was all over you, and you didn't even try to put a stop to it. You even looked like you kind of liked it! What am I supposed to think?"

Foster took two deliberate steps forward until they were only a few inches apart. "You," he hissed, poking Gabriel hard in the chest, "don't know what you're talking about. She wasn't all over me, not in the way you mean anyway. For your information, that's how it goes when you dance with someone, you bastard! But of course you wouldn't know that, since you've never danced with anyone in your entire life." Foster poked him again, even harder this time. "And you wouldn't even consider dancing with me, your fiancé, so who else was I going to dance with? Myself?"

"Yes," Gabriel replied, sounding calm and unfazed, and looking it. Foster growled and shoved him, hard. Gabriel stumbled backward and took a few seconds to regain his balance. When he did, he glanced at Foster, his glare cold and almost inhuman. "And you just took me at my word, unlike every other time you've asked me to do something. You made a beeline for her, of all people, that slut, and you just let her drape herself all over you? Oh, yeah, Foster, it's really all my fault for saying no."

"Oh, so you just expect me to not respect your wishes?" Foster snorted. "Be someone I'm not?"

Gabriel was suddenly in his face, gripping Foster's arm, his fingernails digging in painfully. "You've never had any problem with it before," he snarled, "You just take and take and take, with only the thinnest idea of consent. I didn't ask for you to be my friend, I didn't ask for you to take it upon yourself to reform me, but oh no, Foster has to save everyone, even the big bad wolf, the man who murdered his brother!" On the last word, he twisted Foster's arm behind his back and shoved him into the door. "Did you ever think," he whispered in Foster's ear, his voice unnaturally soft after all of the yelling he'd done, "that maybe I liked who I was before this? Before you turned me into this pathetic thing, who only thinks about how much he loves you and how lucky he is that you've taken pity on him..."

Without warning, Gabriel stepped away, leaving Foster to steady himself against the door before turning slowly around. "Well, hell," Foster said. "I love you too, honey."