Sorry for the stupid things [Ezra]

Jam let out a long, prematurely defeated sigh. He'd messed up and he knew it. Sure, there were some things that he'd said that he'd meant-- that he still meant-- but it wasn't worth throwing away 8 years of friendship over. He missed Ezra.

He knew now that he shouldn't have said anything to Circe about what Ezra had confessed to him. He'd been wounded by the things that Ezra had said to him, mostly because some of them were true. Maybe he was subconsciously trying to undermine Ezra to make himself look better? He'd broken the bro code. At the same time, he still felt that Ez had been wrong for the things that he'd been saying to Circe when Jam had interrupted their argument. The other man had threatened to leave the band and so Jam had kicked him out. He'd cried nearly every day since, which his cousin and new roommate had been less than understanding and empathetic about. Dez had never been so good with emotions.

Regardless, Jam had been working on a plan. If he knew one thing about the former Hufflepuff it was that he was the sentimental type. If he was going to make things right between them, Jam would have to provide his ex best friend with a grand gesture. He had borrowed a coworker's acoustic guitar and decided to walk from work back to the old apartment where Ezra still lived by himself. It would give him time to build up the courage to face him. He strummed nervously at the guitar, trying to work out a good tune. He was used to electric, but this wasn't so bad.

He'd caught a few women smiling at him as he'd passed them by and he'd smiled back. It made the feeling of impending doom vanish for a little while at least. Jam inhaled deeply before positioning himself below Ezra's window. Here goes nothing. He started to play the guitar after he'd cast a charm to make it a little louder, at least loud enough for Ez to hear. And he sang, "Hey, Ezra. I miss you. And I'm sorry for the things I've said," He started to find his groove, continuing to sing on and watching hopefully for Ezra. "And for what a fool I've been. Please let me in. Let's make amends. You're the best friend that I've ever had. I want that back." He paused for a moment when he thought he saw something in the window.

"Ezra?"

@Ezra Cohen

Things had been difficult for Ezra over the past few weeks… months? How long had it been? He ached most days, filling his nights in a haze of smoke and his days with extra work, studying, and going to clubs nearly every night. He wanted something to fill the void that Jam had left, and nothing helped. He missed Jam to some degree, but he was angry, too. He felt betrayed and abandoned. He didn’t know if he wanted the other back or not, but he didn’t know what to do with himself in the meantime. Jam had always been his ride or die. He thought, for sure, the boys were platonic soulmates. They would conquer anything together, but things had gotten difficult and somehow it was all about a girl. 
 
Yeah, Ezra knew he had been unfair to Circe. He had wanted to cheat on her, desperately, but he had refrained (not necessarily due to his own willpower) and he had hoped to repair their bond and make things stronger, but instead she dumped him and he was sad. This was okay, probably for the best, but when Jam interjected himself in the middle of the situation, Ezra felt slighted. There was no need to tell Circe any of Ezra’s secret shame, but Jam had done just that. Had he been trying to make himself look better in comparison? 
 
Ezra had threatened to leave the band, but had not really meant it. Then, suddenly, Jam kicked him out. He moved out, took everything and left Ezra alone and miserable. He had been clinging desperately to his other friends (poor Gene really had to deal with his moping), but nothing seemed to fill the empty space Jam had left. 
 
Ezra was absentmindedly watching a move—or, rather, looking at the screen but not absorbing any of it. It reminded him of Jam, somehow. They used to watch films together all the time. Ezra was trying to focus, but he was just hurting. He didn’t know where to go from here—and he ached. It was a quiet moment in the film when he heard the sound of an acoustic guitar from below the apartment. He furrowed his brow, opened the window, and saw Jam standing there, playing for him and singing. 
 
Despite how much he wanted to close the window and ignore him, he was touched by this gesture. He sighed, and opened the door for Jam when he came upstairs. He wanted to fight, but he was tired. He really just wanted a hug, a fat bowl, and the pizza that Jam had brought for him. 
 
“Jam….” He began, sighing. “Come on up, then.” He managed with a heavy heart. Did Jam really mean this, or…? When the other had reached the door, Ezra reached out for the pizza before even acknowledging Jam’s presence. “Stop, pay toll. I’m starving.”