[COMPLETE] Brotherly Talk
Who: Kyle and Ike Broflovski
When: Monday Night
Where: Kyle's room, Broflovski Household
Summary: Ike brings Kyle some "soup" to protect him from Sheila and asks about the rumors.
Status: Complete
WARNINGS: None, really.
Ike was concerned about his brother, though the concern had been building before he got sick with the H1N1. He had insisted he be allowed to take the soup to Kyle's room, the last thing his older brother needed was their mom freaking out on him (any more than she already has). He knocked on the door. "Kyle. It's me."
Kyle looked up from the rather confusing chat and glanced at his door. He sat up to put the laptop at the end of his bed and dropped his headphones on the keyboard. "doors open."
"Hey, brought you soup, though I don't recommend eating it." He sighed, "I swear, Mom's insane." He rolled his eyes as he set the food down on an empty space on the desk. "Seriously, It's either more bland than normal or outright gross."
"Doesn't matter, I can't taste anything right now anyway," Kyle replied through a rather flat, congested voice. He sat back on his pillows and sighed, "You might not wanna get too close, dude."
He smirked but sat at the desk chair, "Yeah, if I get sick, we can't count on Dad to protect us from Mom." Honestly, the flu was not much worse than any other flu, and even Kyle's diabetes shouldn't be that much of a problem since it's under control.
Kyle nodded a bit and sighed. He eyed the soup bowl.. he was only a little hungry, but he knew better than to deprive himself of the nutrients.... well. what nutrients could possibly be gleamed from that, anyway. "pretty much. You gotta wait till I'm better, then you can have your turn."
"Yeah, I'm really good with not taking a turn on this one, thanks." He looked to the bowl, "If you can't taste, it might not be that bad."
"Just like drinking water... with chunks in it."
Ike nodded, "That's an improvement over dinner most nights." He smirked and handed the bowl over to his brother. "She made me drink orange juice with dinner whether I wanted it or not."
"It's not that bad," Kyle shrugged a little. "and hey, at least you can taste it. Orange juice is pretty good"
"Yeah, it's just... not what I would have picked to go with Mom's almost-Kosher meatloaf..." He wrinkled his nose. And then after a moment he sighed, "Kyle... um... look, you know that... you can tell me things right?"
Kyle's nose wrinkled, even though he was sorry he'd missed meatloaf night. The question took him by surprise, though and he frowned. "Well, yeah, of course"
"Um... ok. Look. I hate to ask this. I guess I kept hoping you'd kind of tell me. Are you and Stan together?" It wasn't that Ike wanted to get into the whole drama, but this was his big brother and he cared about him.
Kyle stared at him for a minute, then coughed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Are we.. ah.. well..." It was one thing to admit it over chat. One thing to suck Stan's face off in private. Quite another to admit to his little brother that he had a massive crush on his best friend.
He stared at his brother, but knew that he'd never lied to Ike about anything before. And the door was shut. "Yeah. but we're kinda.. keeping it down key."
Ike nodded, frowning a bit, "You know you could have told me. Better than just hearing... well, reading... rumors."
He shook his head, as if shaking off that "offense" and letting Kyle know that was the end he'd say on that. It wasn't a big deal, and Kyle was entitled to his privacy. "Are you happy?"
Kyle frowned, "Look that wasn't meant... Cartman wasn't supposed to find out, it just sorta leaked. I didn't really want to tell anyone.."
He ran his fingers through his hair and leaned back into his pillows. "Sorta? I guess? I'm confused."
Ike frowned, already letting the not being told thing drop. He was more concerned with his brother's uncertainty. "I get that kid brother might not be who you wanna talk to ... but... if you need to talk or vent or just reason out loud."
He shrugged, "You know, as far as I'm concerned, nothing's changed."
"You really want to hear me talk about sex?" Kyle asked with a vague sort of amusement--perhaps medicine related--and then caught what Ike said. He stared at the boy, not sure how to take that.
Ike blinked, "Sex? Dude... I meant.. like... ok no. Just no." He hadn't thought they were talking about sex.
Kyle blushed and put a hand to his face, "Not like.. I meant... I didn't mean literally sex, just stuff that's like.. sorta rela... oh fuck my life."
"Oh... well, still no." He wrinkled his nose a bit, "I still barely get the whole point of kissing. Though I am a bit old to believe in cooties. No, I just meant... like... are you happy with Stan more... abstractly"
"Eh.. that's kinda what i .. i mean.." He frowned and stared up at the ceiling, trying not to feel like he was on a psychologist's couch. "Nothings changed. Like you said. not really. It's just.. kinda weird, cause i feel, on some level, like it should be a bigger deal than it is."
Ike shrugged, "Why? You've been 'super best friends' for forever. Does putting a label on something change it that much?"
"No," Kyle replied softly, then smirked and turned to stare at his brother, "But the making out does."
"Ugh! Yuck!" He wrinkled his nose again and then winked. "Good for you though."
Kyle snickered, "Sorry, it was needed."
"You're an asshole, Kyle." Ike was grinning even as he said it. "But seriously, good for you. If you like it I mean. Since you're all uncertain."
"Yeah. Now if only his ass would get back here when I'm not sick as a dog."
"Should I tell him to come play nurse maid?" Ike smirked, "I'm sure you'd appreciate him taking care of you more than me."
"God. As much as I would love to see his reaction to that, please don't."
"Oh, but isn't that my job as the little brother?" He waggled his eyebrows a bit, teasing him.
"C'moooon, I'm an invalid.Show mercy."
"Hmmm... I don't know. I'll have to check the handbook on this."
"you're a horrible little brother," Kyle pouted. "Hand the swill over?"
Ike laughed and passed the "swill," "Oh, well, then, if I've reached that level without torturing you and Stan, I suppose I can let it go.”
"Score," Kyle smirked and then began to suck down the soup once he had it.
"Of course, since Stan is almost like a second older brother to me... I get to doubly torture you two."
"Mmmm i think I can deal with that."
Ike grinned, "Seriously, Kyle. As long as you're happy, I'm good with it. Though I hope you already knew that."