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rsadelleI keep thinking about Brownie coming to visit in Dallas (maybe during the post-season), and he keeps trying to do things like clean up and cook for Tyler, and there's all this tension and it isn't working. They're cooking and sort of fighting when Jamie and Jordie come over for dinner.
"Uh, is this a good time?" Jamie asks. "We can come back later."
"It's fine," Tyler says, and then Brownie just loses it.
"Yeah," he says, "fine." He drops the knife he was using on the counter. "Jamie can help you cook." As he pushes past the Benns, he calls back, "I'm taking your car," and then just leaves.
Jordie is the one to pick up the knife Brownie left behind while Jamie says, "Sorry."
Tyler shrugs and blinks away the beginnings of tears. "We've been fighting all week. It's usually so easy."
Jamie puts his arm around Tyler's shoulders. "We can stay out of your way if we're making it worse."
"No," Tyler says. "I want him to know you. He'd really like you if he'd stop being an ass about it."
They've eaten and the Benns have gone home by the time Brownie gets back. Tyler's sitting on the couch with Marshall's head in his lap, and he listens to Brownie kick off his shoes and drop Tyler's keys back into the bowl, waits for Brownie to come around the couch and sit on the other end of it.
Marshall raises his head to look at Brownie, but stays cuddled up with Tyler.
"I don't even know what you want from me," Tyler says without looking directly at Brownie.
"Just let me take care of you," Brownie says, "like Jamie and Jordie do."
"Fuck you," Tyler says. "They don't take care of me. We hang out because they're my boys and it's fun. I take care of myself. I have a fucking cleaning service, and I can cook for myself. I'm in the fucking playoffs if you haven't noticed. I don't need anyone to take care of me."
"I know you don't," Brownie says. "Would you just let me anyways?" And this time he sounds more desperate and pleading than mad.
And then there would be talking and negotiating and they would figure out that taking care of Tyler is a Thing for Brownie and that Tyler is okay with it as long as they're both clear that he doesn't need it.
"Uh, is this a good time?" Jamie asks. "We can come back later."
"It's fine," Tyler says, and then Brownie just loses it.
"Yeah," he says, "fine." He drops the knife he was using on the counter. "Jamie can help you cook." As he pushes past the Benns, he calls back, "I'm taking your car," and then just leaves.
Jordie is the one to pick up the knife Brownie left behind while Jamie says, "Sorry."
Tyler shrugs and blinks away the beginnings of tears. "We've been fighting all week. It's usually so easy."
Jamie puts his arm around Tyler's shoulders. "We can stay out of your way if we're making it worse."
"No," Tyler says. "I want him to know you. He'd really like you if he'd stop being an ass about it."
They've eaten and the Benns have gone home by the time Brownie gets back. Tyler's sitting on the couch with Marshall's head in his lap, and he listens to Brownie kick off his shoes and drop Tyler's keys back into the bowl, waits for Brownie to come around the couch and sit on the other end of it.
Marshall raises his head to look at Brownie, but stays cuddled up with Tyler.
"I don't even know what you want from me," Tyler says without looking directly at Brownie.
"Just let me take care of you," Brownie says, "like Jamie and Jordie do."
"Fuck you," Tyler says. "They don't take care of me. We hang out because they're my boys and it's fun. I take care of myself. I have a fucking cleaning service, and I can cook for myself. I'm in the fucking playoffs if you haven't noticed. I don't need anyone to take care of me."
"I know you don't," Brownie says. "Would you just let me anyways?" And this time he sounds more desperate and pleading than mad.
And then there would be talking and negotiating and they would figure out that taking care of Tyler is a Thing for Brownie and that Tyler is okay with it as long as they're both clear that he doesn't need it.