Anonymous Eyes

"GO TO HELL!" Dave roared, throwing something heavy at the door with a thud.

Bro sighed heavily before backing up a little, flash-stepping to fully ram the door with his body, making it come off of his hinges, coming crashing to the floor.

Dave was sitting his his chair, still facing the door from when he threw the thing at the door, which looked to be one of his dead things in a jar, which thankfully hadn't broken. He didn't have his shades on, and his eyes were furious.

Bro stood straight, eyes pinned to his brother. He could see the tenseness and frustration in his posture, but dammit, he was going to tell him what he needed to. "So do I need to tie you down or are you going to fucking listen to me willingly?"

"Fuck off!" Dave snarled "I'm not gonna fucking listen to you! I should call the fucking cops!"

"For what? There's no physical proof of anything I've done wrong. I haven't touched John. As well as the fact that I have his father's consent." Bro stated, crossing his arms.

Dave glared at him, hands clenching the arm rests tightly.

"Look. I know what I did was wrong. Guilt was at play here, but I couldn't fucking help myself. What I feel for John is real. Not like the other so called 'relationships' I've tried and failed to have. I actually want something with him, Dave. It's wrong, but I fucking love the kid." He took a deep breath and harshly ran his fingers through his own hair. "You don't have to accept it. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't. And even now, nothing is concrete. I have to start all over, prove to John that I wasn't fucking him over in some cruel twist of a prank. Robert is on my ass, watching me like a hawk. You of all people would know I wouldn't put myself in a situation like this unless it was for something I really wanted."

"Prove it." Dave replied harshly. "Take off your shades and say it."

Bro looked up at him before frowning sharply. He reached up and removed his shades, throwing them on Dave's bed. "I'm completely serious about everything I just said to you. I really do love John, and I want to prove to him that I really want to be with him."

"I'm not helping you" Dave said sharply, looking away. "and I'm not accepting it either."

"Did I ask you to help me?" Bro frowned. "I need and want to do this on my own. And believe me, I hardly expected you to accept it." He walked over and grabbed his shades. "I just promised John I'd tell you. Plus, I'm not that much of an asshole where I'd resume this shit behind your back." He headed towards the door, pausing to look at it. "...I'll fix that in a second." He said as he walked over it and out.

"Don't bother!" Dave yelled after him. "I'm not staying here tonight"

"Fine with me." He stated. "I figured as much anyway."

Dave got up and threw some of his clothes in his back pack.

Bro sighed as he dug out some tools to fix Dave's door.

Dave slammed the front door when he left.

Bro got right to work on Dave's door, fixing the hinges and making sure it closed properly. Then he sat down on the futon, looking at his phone as he contemplated texting John to tell him the deed was done.

John beat him to it.

EB: dave's pretty pissed.
EB: he just called me

DB: I already faced that category infinite hurricane.
DB: I honestly expected him to try and beat the shit out of me.
DB: is he heading to your place?

DB: ...oh, that guy.
DB: yeah, I know him.
DB: well not personally, but you know.
DB: I kinda assumed he wouldn't go to your place.
DB: too awkward I guess.
DB: but at least he knows now.

DB: makes sense.
DB: ...anyway I'll let you get back to whatever you're doing.