Two Smuppets

[plushaeusrumpified]

yo bitches.
im gonna get real with you all for a sec.
cuttin the bullshit throwin out the ironies.
some shits come up and i gotta go for a while.
banks youre responsible for the entire class now.
dont fuck it up.
my spies are watching you.

well fuck i just realized that sounds pretty goddamn suspicious doesnt it.
bet youre thinking i molested somebody.
and that im on the run.
fuck you have a little more faith.
my bro died if you must know.
its real fucking tragic.
i hear lifetimes already tryin to get the rights to the movie.
anyway yeah.
peace out and ill see you fuckers after summer.

[Filtered to Dave]

so.
guess whose comin to live with us.

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[Dave let out a shaky sigh of relief when Bro pulled himself free and sat up. He looked up at him and started to push himself into a sitting position, when Bro reached out and just dragged him into his lap. Dave let out a shuddering sob and switched so that he was subtly cradling his aching arm against his chest. He tucked his head up under Bro's chin and just sat there, letting himself be held, closing his eyes as tears continued to spill down his cheeks.]

No, I...I was kind of asking for that. [Dave pressed himself up against Bro just a little harder.] It's okay. I'm fine. No harm done... [Because Dave had stopped him before he could. Even though he knew that he was no longer under threat, Dave was still immensely thankful that he'd had his wand with him.] I'm okay, Bro.

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[At Dave's words, Bro just shook his head and let out a small scoff. He brought the hand that wasn't bloody up and slid his fingers in Dave's hair, holding him closer.]

No you weren't, and... no you're not. [His voice was still shaky. Still full of guilt.]

I... I was being stupid. It should be bros before hos. You... you have every right to be mad at Lalonde. Fuck knows I would be too. I mean, I am pissed off at my mom too, big surprise there. I'm a dumbass for actually expecting you not to.

[He was quiet for a few seconds, sniffing quietly.] I lost a lot of control there and I'm really fucking sorry, man. I just... I...

[He trailed off, because he didn't know what to even say. He didn't know how to admit how upset he was over his brother's death. He didn't know how to admit to anything he was feeling. He was just really, really bad at this.] Anyway, it... uh, wasn't her fault though. [So he was just going to defend Lalonde instead of face his own problems.] I mean, it kind of was. But- fuck. It's really complicated, Dave, and... Maybe you should talk to her. Write her a letter or something. Maybe you could see her over the summer. I don't know, but... this needs fixing. I can't fix my own problems so just... let's fix yours. Okay? Please?

[It was obvious he was rambling, obvious that he just didn't want to talk about the actual real problem, the real thing that was upsetting him the most.]

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[Dave sat there quietly, closing his eyes to try to keep back tears as Bro's fingers slid into his hair and he was held even closer. For a minute, all he did was listen to what Bro said. It may have been selfish of him, but his arm was starting to burn like hellfire, and Dave was glad for the apology. Because Bro was right it should be bros before hos. But Dave had overreacted, too. He can't imagine that Rose wouldn't have kicked his ass, if she'd been able to see the shit Dave had been saying about her mom.]

[He may have been saying it with a big sense of bravado, but the fact that he was reduced to impotently attacking her behind her back meant that he was just as broken, just as full of issues as Bro was. And it had taken seeing Bro get so worked up over it to make him realize that his issues were seriously out of control.]

[He could also tell that Bro was still using her as a screen to hide behind, and that was pretty much confirmed when he said that they needed to fix Dave's problems. Dave shifted and reached up, cupping Bro's face in his hands and looking into his eyes.]

I don't give a shit about any of that, right now. I fucked up, I shouldn't have said all that shit. But the Lalondes aren't what I'm worried about right now. I'm worried about you, Bro. I just wanna know that you're okay. Or at least that you're gonna be.

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[Bro let out a sigh. It was sad, it was frustrated, and it was tired. He didn't need Dave worrying about him. He didn't want Dave to worry about him. But he didn't pull away from Dave's touch, he just closed his eyes and shook his head.]

I'm fine. [That was a lie. That was obviously a lie and they both knew it was a lie, even though Bro didn't want to admit that it was a lie. He just didn't want to talk about it. Or maybe he did. He just didn't want to talk about it to Dave. He didn't know who he fucking wanted to talk to it about.

Or maybe he did. But that person was the same person who was grieving over. All Bro wanted to do was just... turn back the fucking clock. Maybe then if he could redo everything, he wouldn't have been such a dumbass. Maybe he wouldn't have let stupid shit ruin their relationship.]

Fuck, I just... he was so close and I never talked to him...

[clockspinner]

[Yeah, well, you're gonna get your kid worrying about you when you filet his arm and then sob like a baby, Bro. Dave reluctantly withdrew his hands when Bro closed his eyes and shook his head, although he didn't stop watching his face. You didn't have to be a genius to be able to see that Bro was hurting.]

[Hell, you didn't even have to have eyes. Dave sighed too. He knew Bro wasn't fine. But he also knew that he didn't want to push it. He was still just young enough that he could convince himself that Bro would work it out on his own. If Bro didn't want to talk to him about it, that meant that Bro was working on it.]

[But that was kind of shattered when Bro went on to talk about it. Dave didn't know what to say. So he did the only thing he could think of - he reached out and wrapped his arms around Bro's neck, heedless of the blood that this smeared all over the shoulder and back of Bro's shirt. He buried his face in Bro's neck.]

I'm sorry... [And hopefully, it would be obvious what he meant.]