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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[plushaeusrumpified]

[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.]