April 6th, 2008
|07:50 pm - Craig Parker and Marton Csokas - The End|
After Craig leaves, Marton drinks and waits for him to come back.
After a while, only the drinking remains because it is overly evident that Craig is not returning.
Craig does exactly what he had told Elijah he was going to; he doesn't try to contact anyone while he's gone. He needs the time to clear his head, and while it doesn't really help...it's good to be back in New Zealand and to just focus on the immediate for the time being. However, Craig knows he can't hide there forever.
He's sad, even with how much he loves his home country.
He's worried, even though he had left Marton; he's worried what the man is up to in his absence.
And he has no idea what he's going to do when he gets back to London.
In London the house is a mess, Marton is a mess and none of it looks to be getting any better.
A few weeks have passed and Craig is finally back in London at his hotel. Taking a deep breath, he dials their--Marton's--number. Chewing his nail, he paces nervously, worriedly.
Picking up the phone, Marton clears his throat. "'Lo."
"Marton?" Craig says quietly.
The silence spins out for a few seconds before Marton speaks. "Craig?"
"Yes..." Craig sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. "I'm back in London."
"Good," Marton sits up, looking around and wondering when he fell asleep. "You need me to come get you?"
"No... I'm going to come by and pick up my things," Craig continues, steeling himself. "I wanted to...warn you."
"What? Warn me? Pick up - what?"
"The rest of my things, pick them up...move them out."
"No," Marton shakes his head. "No, you can't leave me."
"I can't stay, Marton... I can't do it any longer. I love you, but I can't..."
"No, please, Craig, please don't. You love me, you can't leave me, please..."
"I don't know how to fix whatever is wrong and I can't go on like things are. I just can't Mar... I don't like the person you're becoming or that you're making me feel like."
Marton frowns. "Please."
"Marton please don't...nothing has worked so far, I've talked until I'm blue in the face; things change for a while then it's the same. And I don't know why...I don't know what makes you so angry and unhappy about me."
His eyes narrow and the hand holding the phone grips tighter. "Fine, when are you coming by?"
And just like that, Craig senses the change. "Whenever is...best for you."
"You've already made your decision mindless of what is best for me or what I want."
"And what about what's best for me Marton?" Craig asks quietly.
"Tomorrow morning, around ten," Marton says as his only answer.
"Alright..." Craig's response is quiet, the decision obviously weighing heavily on him, but having come to the only one that he could now.
"Alright," Marton echoes and hangs up.
Closing his eyes, Craig closes the cell phone.