Skeletons In The Closet
Mar 29, 2015 12:19:35 GMT -5
Post by Artemis on Mar 29, 2015 12:19:35 GMT -5
"Sure, I could use some help. Do you want to get rid of him? Is he babying you too much?"
It was obvious Matthew was only teasing, but for Brody it struck something of a raw nerve. He turned his attention back to his glass of water, trying to think best how to answer.
"A bit." He said simply. "He needs something to think about other than how worried he is about me."
Brody loved his father, and wouldn't have him any other way than as he was, but Nolan's tendency to be a mother hen was wearing on him; it was nice when he was home to visit, not so much when he was a grown man living under his parents' roof for an extended time and trying to come to terms with the events that had put them there. He knew Nolan was doing his best not to smother him, but old habits died hard. Brody could be a gray old man, and in Nolan's eyes he'd always be his fair-haired, wide-eyed little boy.
Mercifully, Matthew just accepts the idea of having some help with restoring the house and doesn't delve too deeply into the topic, leading him through the house towards the bathroom.
"The bathroom is back where we came in. You have to be quick though. There's only so much warm water because it gets heated by the oven in the kitchen. It's a really old house. And I also need a warm shower."
Well, that figured. But Brody wasn't so long out of boot camp that he couldn't be in and out of the warm water in 5 minutes flat.
"Unless you want to share the water..."
Brody's eyebrows rose almost to his hairline at Matthew's bluster. At this point, he might as well just accept that his friend was never going to learn that he'd never win at a game of Gay Chicken with a bisexual man.
"Did having a kid swing you my way?" He shot back cheekily, "Suit yourself."
The water flowing from the showerhead was very slowly beginning to heat up, and Brody tugged his shirt off over his head and started to dress down, fully expecting Matthew's bravado to fail him before he could even drop his trousers.
It was obvious Matthew was only teasing, but for Brody it struck something of a raw nerve. He turned his attention back to his glass of water, trying to think best how to answer.
"A bit." He said simply. "He needs something to think about other than how worried he is about me."
Brody loved his father, and wouldn't have him any other way than as he was, but Nolan's tendency to be a mother hen was wearing on him; it was nice when he was home to visit, not so much when he was a grown man living under his parents' roof for an extended time and trying to come to terms with the events that had put them there. He knew Nolan was doing his best not to smother him, but old habits died hard. Brody could be a gray old man, and in Nolan's eyes he'd always be his fair-haired, wide-eyed little boy.
Mercifully, Matthew just accepts the idea of having some help with restoring the house and doesn't delve too deeply into the topic, leading him through the house towards the bathroom.
"The bathroom is back where we came in. You have to be quick though. There's only so much warm water because it gets heated by the oven in the kitchen. It's a really old house. And I also need a warm shower."
Well, that figured. But Brody wasn't so long out of boot camp that he couldn't be in and out of the warm water in 5 minutes flat.
"Unless you want to share the water..."
Brody's eyebrows rose almost to his hairline at Matthew's bluster. At this point, he might as well just accept that his friend was never going to learn that he'd never win at a game of Gay Chicken with a bisexual man.
"Did having a kid swing you my way?" He shot back cheekily, "Suit yourself."
The water flowing from the showerhead was very slowly beginning to heat up, and Brody tugged his shirt off over his head and started to dress down, fully expecting Matthew's bravado to fail him before he could even drop his trousers.
ffffff - Brody O'Rourke
1979 - Matthew Dunham