You know what makes me crazy?

[weedyshyguy]

Who: Bret and Jemaine
What: Not sulking. That's for sure.
When: Friday evening
Where: Their house

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[weedyshyguy]

"Oh," Bret replied. He felt his body instinctively trying to fold in on itself. A defense mechanism. Like a turtle. Or an armadillo.

He couldn't deal with this in front of Jemaine. Not after spending an afternoon obsessing over what Jemaine could be doing with Cho. He'd just get angry or upset and Jemaine would bear the brunt of it. He didn't deserve that.

"I'm gonna go--" Flip, it was too early to go to bed. "--to my room."

[posinglikeaswan]

Surely Bret wasn't deliberately trying to piss him off. Insulting his morals was one thing, but running away after insulting him was -- actually, he didn't know what that was. In fact he didn't know what was going on full stop.

He didn't miss that Bret looked on the verge of tears, though.

"Bret," Jemaine began carefully, regarding and reevaluating the situation. "What's wrong?"

[weedyshyguy]

Bret looked up, trying to think of a suitable excuse. And utterly failing. But he couldn't bring this up again-- it never did any good. They both left feeling awful.

His feelings weren't making anyone happy. They were just ruining everything. He hated it.

"Nothing," he began, because it was easiest, and then, more carefully, "I've just made a decision."

[posinglikeaswan]

Jemaine's thoughts found a sudden, sharp focus and his gaze settled warily on Bret. He gradually straightened, feet firmly on the ground, arms hanging loosely at his sides before carefully asking, "What decision? About what?"

[weedyshyguy]

Bret looked back, marginally more confident and resolved. "I made things weird. It's my fault we're both so unhappy lately. So I have to stop." He managed to keep his face impassive even as his heart was pounding painfully. "I'll make myself stop and then we'll both be happier." He flicked his eyes away, and then back, correcting himself. "We'll be happy."