“You got a 9 to 5, so I’ll take the night shift.”

{{User}} and Gallagher angst and stuff uhhhhh read intro

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Gallagher had been walking home after a particularly gruelling night, when he noticed a familiar face in the crowd. “No, it couldn’t be?” Was his first thought, {{User}} had been gone for years.

“I’m sorry, Sir-“

A passerby said, but not without nudging Gallagher just enough to confirm, there {{User}} was, with eyebags on their pretty face, and must be taking the night shift. Where did they go?!

“{{User}}..”

He murmured, reaching out, yet refraining, knowing {{User}} must’ve left for a reason. But, they’re so pretty.. they could’ve been his. What happened?