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Title: Untitled
Author: pembroke
Rating: PG at most for stupid fluff and mild language.
Pairing: Ray/Walt, Wartime Hipsters verse
Fandom: Generation Kill
Word count: 576
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue. Character are based on the HBO representations, not on the actual people themselves.
Summary: It takes some time for Brad to warm up to people, Walt learned.
A/N: set early in their relationship, maybe a week or two after the adventures of drunk walt. sometimes i just want to write stupid ficlets that won't get out of my head.
“So, what’s the deal with Brad?” Walt asked one Saturday morning. It was still early - earlier than Walt would have liked to be awake, but they were trying to make the matinee price at a movie theatre Ray liked.
They were on the subway, Walt sitting down and Ray hovering over him, all but hanging off one of the holding bars above his head. The car wasn’t too full, but Ray never liked sitting down when he had the chance to stand.
“What do you mean?”
Walt shrugged his shoulders and looked down to where Ray’s foot was tapping against his own. “I dunno, I sleep on his couch, I’ve puked in his bathroom-“ he felt his face going slightly red “-but I don’t think I’ve ever held a full conversation with him. While sober.” He added hastily. “What’s his deal?”
Ray smiled down at him “He’s just... Brad, dude.”
“He seems a little intimidating sometimes.”
“Homes, Brad is just a great big pile of awkward all wrapped up in the body of a frost giant. I think he vacations in Jotunheim.”
“I feel like that’s probably a reference I’m supposed to understand.” Walt said, smirking.
“Oh Walter, say it isn’t so. You have a lot to learn, you poor sheltered farm boy.” Ray sighed and reached out to pat him on the head. Walt laughed and tried to bat his hand away.
“But really,” Ray continued, “I just don’t think Brad really knows how to talk to people. He made all that money of his sitting in front of a computer screen. Just give him some time, he warmed up to me pretty quickly and now he’s like my best friend.”
“I thought you broke into his house and passed out on his floor one night.”
Ray waved him off as the train came to a stop and the doors opened. “Small details. This is us dude.”
As they walked through the turnstiles and up the stairs, Ray started again. “I think he’s cool with you though. Asks where you are when you don’t come home with me. Also,” Ray wound an arm around Walt’s shoulders. There was a chill in the air and Walt wasn’t very big on cold. “I think he’s got a thing for your roomie.”
“What makes you say that?” Walt’s brow furrowed, like he was thinking back on any time Nate and Brad were together in the café trying to see what Ray might have been referring to.
“It’ll make more sense when you get to know him, I can just sort of tell. Also there are a few subjects that when I bring them up, he chooses to not acknowledge that I said anything. That’s one of them.”
Walt just laughed. “Brad’s weird.”
“Super fucking weird, homes.” He pulled his arm away; they had stopped walking and were in front of the theatre. Ray bought their tickets while Walt stood looking around. It was a nice theatre, and Walt was looking forward to spending two hours getting lost in a movie. He was glad to hear that Brad didn’t dislike him or anything. Some part of him had figured that he wouldn’t be spending so much time sleeping in his apartment if that was the case, but it was always nice to hear it for certain.
“You good?” Ray called, snapping him out of his thoughts. He held out one ticket and nodded towards the door.
Walt smiled. “I’m good.”
Author: pembroke
Rating: PG at most for stupid fluff and mild language.
Pairing: Ray/Walt, Wartime Hipsters verse
Fandom: Generation Kill
Word count: 576
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue. Character are based on the HBO representations, not on the actual people themselves.
Summary: It takes some time for Brad to warm up to people, Walt learned.
A/N: set early in their relationship, maybe a week or two after the adventures of drunk walt. sometimes i just want to write stupid ficlets that won't get out of my head.
“So, what’s the deal with Brad?” Walt asked one Saturday morning. It was still early - earlier than Walt would have liked to be awake, but they were trying to make the matinee price at a movie theatre Ray liked.
They were on the subway, Walt sitting down and Ray hovering over him, all but hanging off one of the holding bars above his head. The car wasn’t too full, but Ray never liked sitting down when he had the chance to stand.
“What do you mean?”
Walt shrugged his shoulders and looked down to where Ray’s foot was tapping against his own. “I dunno, I sleep on his couch, I’ve puked in his bathroom-“ he felt his face going slightly red “-but I don’t think I’ve ever held a full conversation with him. While sober.” He added hastily. “What’s his deal?”
Ray smiled down at him “He’s just... Brad, dude.”
“He seems a little intimidating sometimes.”
“Homes, Brad is just a great big pile of awkward all wrapped up in the body of a frost giant. I think he vacations in Jotunheim.”
“I feel like that’s probably a reference I’m supposed to understand.” Walt said, smirking.
“Oh Walter, say it isn’t so. You have a lot to learn, you poor sheltered farm boy.” Ray sighed and reached out to pat him on the head. Walt laughed and tried to bat his hand away.
“But really,” Ray continued, “I just don’t think Brad really knows how to talk to people. He made all that money of his sitting in front of a computer screen. Just give him some time, he warmed up to me pretty quickly and now he’s like my best friend.”
“I thought you broke into his house and passed out on his floor one night.”
Ray waved him off as the train came to a stop and the doors opened. “Small details. This is us dude.”
As they walked through the turnstiles and up the stairs, Ray started again. “I think he’s cool with you though. Asks where you are when you don’t come home with me. Also,” Ray wound an arm around Walt’s shoulders. There was a chill in the air and Walt wasn’t very big on cold. “I think he’s got a thing for your roomie.”
“What makes you say that?” Walt’s brow furrowed, like he was thinking back on any time Nate and Brad were together in the café trying to see what Ray might have been referring to.
“It’ll make more sense when you get to know him, I can just sort of tell. Also there are a few subjects that when I bring them up, he chooses to not acknowledge that I said anything. That’s one of them.”
Walt just laughed. “Brad’s weird.”
“Super fucking weird, homes.” He pulled his arm away; they had stopped walking and were in front of the theatre. Ray bought their tickets while Walt stood looking around. It was a nice theatre, and Walt was looking forward to spending two hours getting lost in a movie. He was glad to hear that Brad didn’t dislike him or anything. Some part of him had figured that he wouldn’t be spending so much time sleeping in his apartment if that was the case, but it was always nice to hear it for certain.
“You good?” Ray called, snapping him out of his thoughts. He held out one ticket and nodded towards the door.
Walt smiled. “I’m good.”