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[Bro is content with Murdoc's answer in turn. It's a good thing to hear, and it makes him smile, too. He wouldn't need to hear it to smile, though. Seeing Murdoc smile would accomplish that well on it's own, but between the two he was doomed to give Murdoc a stupid little grin. And he doesn't even feel particularly foolish for it. Why should he have to? He's getting used to being able to relax like this around Murdoc. To grin, to laugh and not feel bad about it. It's a good feeling.

He isn't sure what to say, though. He feels like so much has already been said that nothing can really be adequate at this moment. 'Thank you' crosses his mind, but it seems like such a weird thing to thank someone for, no matter how grateful he feels. Finally, he realizes nothing he says no matter what is going to feel good enough, so he just settles for the one thing that actually does come to mind apart from 'thank you'.]

I'm glad to hear that, then.

[He pauses for a moment, deciding that it's a good moment for a slight change of subject.]

Is there anything I can do for you? If there's anything I could get you, you only have to ask.

[Because he knows despite everything, Murdoc is still down and if he needs anything, he's more than willing to get it for him right now.]

[The feeling of appreciation is mutual. Truly mutual. It takes a particularly special kind of man to make Murdoc smile at a time like this. He feels like he could breakdown or give up any moment now, but having Dirk here seems to give him strength. Even if it's just a little bit.

He wants to thank him for that, but he can't seem to find the words. Maybe, like Dirk, it's something you can't really be thanked for. He's sure he'll make it up to him sometime, though.

He hums so Dirk knows he understands, but he finally ends up saying it.]

Thank you.
[For all Dirk knows, he could just be thanking him for the offer but Murdoc knows it means so much more than that.

He does think on the offer for a moment, before he decides what he wants.]

Get drunk with me.

[The thanks catches him off guard for a moment. Considering he'd just been deliberating on how to say it to Murdoc, to hear it from his mouth is a little surprising. But... he gets it, in a way. Or at least he thinks that maybe, possibly, Murdoc is thanking him for similar things he'd just been thinking of. That makes him feel good. Really good, but he doesn't know how to respond to it. "You're welcome" feels wrong, somehow. God, he's really fucking bad at this, isn't it?

He doesn't have long to think on it though, as Murdoc responds to his question. That surprises him too, but it's not an unpleasant surprise either. In a way, it kind of amuses him. And in another way, it's a little worrisome. He's never been fullblown drunk with Murdoc before. Maybe a bit tipsy, but. Never outright drunk.

But he can appreciate the need for a drink. Sometimes it's just really fucking good to get wasted. And y'know, it's even better when you have company. He's been there and done that with people before. Never quite in this context, but still. The more he thinks on it, the more he figures it'll probably be a good thing for the both of them in the end.]

Sounds like a damn good idea to me. [He pulls his hand away from Murdoc, finally, and stands up. He's got more than enough alcohol to suit their needs. He just doesn't have wine, unfortunately, and for that he feels awkward. But he does have fire whiskey and lots of it, so he goes over to his liquor cabinet and pulls out a few bottles, before going over and setting them on the desk before offering one to Murdoc.]

[Murdoc is pleased that Dirk had been so quick to agree. He'd expected it, Dirk is of course the more rebellious of the two. However, he'd come up with a number of convincing arguments that would surely convince his blond lover of the benefits that being drunk off their arses while at work could bring them. If none of the better ones worked, he'd fully intended to grab him and snog him until he agreed. He's almost disappointed that Dirk didn't put up a fight.

Not to worry, he's sure he'll get his lips on Dirk some time tonight. Hopefully sooner rather than later, he's not sure how well he can kiss after too much whiskey.

He takes the bottle with an appreciative smile, fixing his eyes on Dirk's as best he can before opening it and taking an impressively long swig of it.]

That hits the spot. [That burns the spot.]

[He just nods in response to Murdoc's smile as he moves around to sit back down, his own lips quirking. Once he's sat down, he does smile at Murdoc's statement and he opens his own fire whiskey and follows up with an equally impressive swig. He lets out a satisfied breath when he moves it from his lips and sets it on the desk in front of him.]

Damn sure does.

[After a second or two, he takes the bottle back and chugs again. The burn feels good. It fills him with warmth and contentment and it's a damn good feeling. He doesn't know what to say, though. But that's okay, because they don't need to say anything. Just being in each other's presence is comforting. Right now, even though they aren't saying anything, he hasn't felt closer to the man before.]

[Once he sees Dirk doing it, he feels far more comfortable about chugging his own drink. It's been a damn long time since he drank to get drunk, but it hasn't been a long time since he'd been drunk. Long enough though, he supposes. Now that he thinks about it, he hasn't had to drink to make himself feel relaxed and contented anymore. He just needs to be around Dirk to feel that way.

That thought is enough to make him lower his glass and stare down at it for a long moment before he slides his hand across the desk and grabs at Dirk's own hand. Once he catches it, he gives it a comforting squeeze. He isn't sure how the word the excitement that's bubbling in him. He didn't think it would take half a drink to make him want to make wild declarations expressing his excitement at their relationship, but it has.

However, he chooses to swallow the urge as nerves kick in and he instead decides to wordlessly attempt to drain his drink.]

[The two of them are so similar. Bro is pretty much the exact same way in regards to Murdoc- had Bro not had him throughout everything that's been happening lately, it's quite possible that he would've drank a lot more just to relieve the stress- perhaps not alcoholic level, but still more than a teacher should at school. As it turned out though, Murdoc is exactly what he's needed to prevent that from happening. Maybe it's stupid and sentimental, but Murdoc is such a comfort to him that it's easy to just forget his worries when he's with him.

When Murdoc reaches over and takes his hand, his lips quirk slightly into a smile and his thumb brushes over the top his hand. As he looks at Murdoc, he can sort of tell that Murdoc has something on his mind. Or at least he thinks he can, he isn't quite sure. It could be just that the silence is starting to get to him even though it's an easy silence. He's not one to let quiet go on for too long, especially not with alcohol beginning to course through him.

He raises an eyebrow when Murdoc opts for his drink.]

Something on your mind, or am I just reading too much into the silence?

[Whatever it is and as mushy as it is, Murdoc gets a much better rush and a much better feeling from being with Dirk than he does from getting blind drunk. With the added benefit of not being pathetic and disgusting the next day, though it goes without saying they've had days after filled with nothing but discomfort. Coming back to each other at the end of the day seemed to fix that right up.

He hums as Dirk speaks, hating that he knows him so well he isn't able to get away with anything these days. He stares into his drink for a moment, nodding.]

There's a lot on my mind. [He pulls his drink up for more.]
But I haven't drank nearly enough to begin sayin' what I want to.

[Bro nods at that. Despite how curious he is, he won't really push for an answer. He knows how hard feelings can be, and if Murdoc isn't ready to talk about them then he isn't going to make him.]

I know that feeling, man. No rush, no pressure. Just you, me and our best friend named Whiskey.

[Which he takes another long draw on.]

But should you decide you've drank enough, then just know you can tell me anything.

[Dirk gets a smile in response to that. Murdoc isn't quite up for a more complicated answer right now. He's just up for drinking and staring into Dirk's eyes.

However, if we flash forward an hour or so later. Murdoc has had enough to be happily chattering away to Dirk whilst snuggled up against him like he's a teenage girl with glorious sideburns and a huge crush. Which he pretty much is, really.]

You know what, Muffin. I'm glad she left. In the end. I hadn't absolutely had my heart set on a weddin' anyway. It was stupid of me to think she would either. I'm not even angry. You'd think I'd be in a complete and utter rage over the way she dragged me into this and then left me to deal with mountains and mountains of shit. I'm not actually incredibly pissed off at the stupid bitch, I'm fine. Everythin' is fine. It feels like it's going to work out just fine. You know why?

[Griiin.] Because she left me with you. [He stares for a moment before melting against him a little.] You're so beautiful.

[An hour later and Bro is just as drunk and talkative as Murdoc, empty bottles of fire whiskey littering his desk now. Bro's drunken state highly depends on the atmosphere of wherever he's at, and with Murdoc in the room and talking, it's rubbed off in him. As open as he usually is with Murdoc, being drunk has opened him up even more from the looks of it. Bro is leaning into Murdoc without a care in the world, smiling way more than he has in a long, long time.

It only grows wider the more Murdoc speaks. These things are good things to hear. Every single thing just makes him smile even more and by the time Murdoc is finished, he's practically grinning, face taking on an even redder colour than it had preciously.]

You're too fuckin' sweet... And you're so sexy. Let's be honest here, I ain't seen any other man that could has ever compared to how sexy you are. I've been with a lot of guys, but... Just. Damn. You've gotta be the hottest.

[You got him on that train of thought and now he's just going to keep rambling a little while longer about how sexy Murdoc is. It might get a little repetitive at times, but oh well. He's trying to hammer in that point.

Finally, he comes back around to the topic of Sybille.]

I'm glad she's gone, too, I mean... She was just in the fuckin' way. I can't believe I ever slept with her, either. Man, in hindsight she was a boring lay. I regret it. We're both better off the fuck without her. Because now it's just you, me and an endless future.

[At that comment, Murdoc can't help but give Dirk a devious smile. He isn't coherent enough to give Dirk the response he wants, but he's damn capable of giving him his best sexy kiss. Or at least, his best drunk sexy kiss. Which is a lot sloppier and messier than his usual one. Probably not half as good either, but he's drunk and he wants to put his mouth all over Dirk's face. He doesn't see Dirk complaining about that either.

He slips a hand between them to rub Dirk's thigh, but he's way too drunk to do anything with him at this point. He's just going to press kisses to the side of his face and let him talk.]

I can't believe that you slept with her. [He snorts to himself.] I hated you so fuckin' much. I wanted to punch your beautiful face for it. [He smiles as if that's any sort of fond memory.] I miss her already. [He drums his fingers against his glass, looking thoughtful before slurring out more.] But it'sforthebest I suppose.

[If Bro were sober, Murdoc's words would've given him even more whiplash than they already do. As it was, they took a few seconds to really hit him and to actually process, and all the while he's giggling slightly at the idea of Murdoc hitting him, and just... overall stupid, drunk giggling. And then Murdoc's words kinda get to him and he can't help but feel a little... annoyed? Hurt? Definitely confused, because didn't Murdoc just say that he was glad she's gone? Nothing makes sense anymore, holy shit he's too drunk for reality.]

Yeah, it is, but... Uh. I thought you just said that you didn't miss her? You're confusin' me here. Am I just imagining things now or what?

I lied.
[He can't help pouting a little. For a moment he looks as if he might cry, but he swallows it down and shakes his head.]
I do miss 'er. I can't..not. That's stupid, I don't want to be stupid.
[He presses his face against Dirk's arm, shutting his eyes and sighing.]
I'm glad I have you. I'd be stupid without you.

[Bro isn't sure what to say. That look on Murdoc's face was hard to handle, and when he rests his head on his arm, he just reaches out to pet his hair.]

It ain't stupid... she's stupid. And... I'd be stupid without you, too. Lotta stupid in this room tonight...

[Murdoc nuzzles further into him, as if he's trying to disappear against him. He hates himself for saying it and he hates himself for it being true.

He grumbles quietly before letting out a long yawn.]

Let's be stupid n' sleep.

Mm...

[He doesn't mind it if Murdoc disappears into him. Even if that would be weird. At least then they'd be closer and maybe less stupid. Or maybe two stupids molded together is just even more stupidity.

Who knows.]

Yeah... That'd be good. You want me to carry you to bed like a romantic motherfucker?

[Honestly it's probably a little of both. They're good for each other, nobody can deny that. They can be positive influences once in while. The majority of the time they seem to get caught up in being ridiculous, but it's hard to realise when they're so mad for each other.

Murdoc lets out a laugh, pulling away and wobbling to his feet so he can crouch and hold out his arms.]

C'mere....sssstud!

Ahah... Alright then.

[There's absolutely no way this is going to end well, but Bro isn't thinking about that. Actually, it seems like a damn good idea to him. He's used to being the manlier one all the damn time, who knows. Maybe it could be nice to be carried himself once in a while. So that's why he's rising to his feet shakily, too, and making his way over.

He's going to just... awkwardly fall into Murdoc's arms. Hopefully this doesn't end up killing them both.]

Here we go!

[He crows as Bro falls into his arms. As the other man approaches he swears he looks like the most beautiful, blurry man he's ever seen. When he's in his arms he wraps his arms tight around him and buries his face into his neck before hoisting him up into his arms with all his strength.

God, he's going to regret this tomorrow, he thinks as he stumbles and shakes toward the bed. This is bad.]

Yer heavy.

Whoa!

[He can't help but call out in surprise when Murdoc lifts him, taken off guard by the fact that Murdoc was able to lift him at all. Somehow, that was just really surprising. But then he starts laughing, as he reaches up to lazily through his arms around Murdoc's neck, before resting his head against his chest. When Murdoc speaks, it doesn't really register as a possible insult like it would if he were sober.]

Really? I feel fuckin' light right now...

Me too!
[Murdoc snorts laughing, wobbling along and rushing forward to brace himself against the wall. For some reason everything is super fucking funny, especially the fact that he feels like he's going to float away. That must be why walking is hard.] S'probably the booze.

[He pushes himself through the bedroom door and practically throws Dirk on the bed before slumping half on it and half off it himself.] Fuck.

Or maybe it's 'cuz you're holdin' me... But maybe the booze made me lose weight... Or maybe it's like an anti-gravity thing, or... I dunno. I forgot where I was going with this.

[When Murdoc throws him on the bed, he lets out a 'wee!' before going limp, suddenly really overwhelmed by how comfortable the bed feels. Damn, he could seriously fall asleep really easily right now. He drags his head up though, when he hears Murdoc speak.]

...You need help there, babe?

I don't think gravity turns off because you're bein' carred. ...'less you're underwater. S'like you're really floatin'.

[He smiles fondly up at him as he yells that. God, he's so cute. He's gonna get up there and cuddle him...or he's going to squirm around trying to. He's reaching pathetically for Dirk's legs now.]

A little..

[Don't try and tell him how gravity works right now. That's just asking for trouble. Because now he's thinking about it, and it's a few second after Murdoc speaks again that he comes to his senses.]

Oh! Right, okay.

[He drags himself forward, reaching out to takes Murdoc by the arms and tug as hard as he can.]

Hnnnnnngh!

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