They had thought it would be really funny at first. That’s how the office jokes always got out of hand. Someone said something about how Gavin was scared of wet bread, and someone else had said something about a possible prank, and they had all been very drunk at the time.
But it certainly seemed less funny now that they were watching a grown man break down in tears.
“Stop! Oh god, stop!” Gavin practically wailed, as almost everyone in the office surrounded him with slices of soggy bread in their hands.
“What the fuck is going on here?” demanded Michael, having just walked in on this.
Geoff was almost shitting himself laughing. He tried to explain what they were doing between breaths, but he was just about choking on his own laughter.
“Michael! Michael, help!” he heard Gavin scream from the corner of the room. That was all he needed to hear. Michael pushed Geoff out of the way and slammed through everyone to get to his best friend. He didn’t give a fuck if it was rude or not.
Once he had powered through the mass of people, all of whom were laughing like crazy maniacs, he grabbed Gavin by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “Gav! Gav, are you okay?”
Gavin eyes met Michael’s. They were so scared, like a deer in the fucking headlights. Suddenly Michael was very, very angry. He whipped around so fast that he was scared he would trip himself, and the look on his face shut those pricks up so fast they practically bit their tongues snapping their mouths closed.
“Who the fuck thought this was funny?” Michael bellowed. Everyone looked terrified. They had seen Michael this mad when he was recording Rage Quit or doing a particularly frustrating Let’s Play, but Michael was a fair guy in all other aspects of his life. He had never acted like this with anyone.
“I asked, who. the fuck. thought this. was funny?” Flames. Flames coming out of his eyes. Poison in his words. Even Gavin was a little scared, sniffling behind him.
“Michael, they didn’t mean anything by it,” he said quietly, touching Michael’s arm lightly to ground him again. “They were just faffing about, Michael.”
“I don’t give a fuck what they were doing!” Michael yelled. Gavin flinched, and Michael realized he had yelled at Gavin instead of the others. He took a deep breath before he continued in a softer voice. “They made you fucking cry, for God’s sake, Gavin. No one fucking does that to you, okay? Not ever.”
Gavin shut his mouth and nodded and very small nod.
Michael whipped back around to glare at the other’s. “You guys better fucking make up for this,” he warned them. With that, he grabbed a compliant Gavin by the arm and dragged him out of the office, to the parking lot, and into Michael’s car.
Once they were inside, Michael turned to Gavin. He reached over and wiped a tear off his cheek, even though he almost wanted to cringe at how gay it was. “God, they’re so fucking in for it,” he muttered under his breath.
“Michael, it’s really okay. I’m fine. Don’t get mad at them.”
Michael looked at his best friend, checking to see if he was just saying that, or he really was okay. Gavin forced a shaky smile. It wasn’t perfect, but Michael smiled back.
“Okay, I won’t do anything.” He put the keys in and started the car. “Where are we going?” Gavin asked curiously. Michael looked over at him and grinned.
“I think we should be allowed to take the day off, don’t you?”
“Ice cream?” Gavin asked excitedly.
“Ice cream,” Michael confirmed.
Gavin pushed himself off his seat with his hands and gave Michael a kiss on the cheek. He didn’t give a fuck how gay it was. Michael had saved him today, and knights always got kisses from their princesses.
