The fit never came with a warning. They never do. They just slip past his lips like it's nothing.
His brown eyes burned as they locked with his partner's darker blue eyes. It was fire melting ice. The ice knew there was nothing that could be done, except to just take it.
And that's exactly what the ice was doing.
Huey's fits always seemed like they lasted a lot longer than they really did. In reality, they only lasted for about 10 or 12 minutes, but to Ferb, it felt like they lasted for hours. Days, even. Just watching as his partner yelled out cuss words and obscene sentences in strings of random anger. Sometimes he would even get violent, throwing glasses across the room and punching the wall until his knuckles bled. He just watched it all happen. A part of him hated it, but he wouldn't tell Huey that out of fear of making him even more angry. Of course, he also knew there was nothing he could do about it.
He knew what he was getting into the second he decided to go out with a boy with tourette syndrom.
Huey had been diagnosed with tourettes when he was about 8 years old. He and Ferb were just getting to know each other at the time. As far as Ferb remembered, he had been told something about him witnessing a violent dispute at a younger age, and ever since then, he had been having random fits of anger towards everybody, especially the people he held close. Nobody was ever excluded, and nobody was ever given any kind of warning. It would just happen, and nobody could do anything about it.
Of course, Huey was not at all oblivious to this disorder. He was always fully aware of what he was doing. He hated being the one to pin his random anger on people, but no matter how hard he tried, it was something he simply could not fight. At the same time, he refused to take the medicine he was given after his diagnosis, so his condition never improved. It had just remained the same for the years.
Ferb just continued to stay by Huey's side, just trying to make it better.
Ferb had fallen into such a daze that he didn't notice when Huey was done with his fit. He had been done for a few minutes, probably, because he was sitting in his usual spot on the couch, reading a book. Like nothing had happened. In a way, this aftermath sent a rush of relief down Ferb's spine. The aftermaths of Huey's fits happened one of two ways: he either relaxed and moved on, or he had a huge emotional breakdown.
This was one of the relaxion aftermaths.
When Ferb realized the attack was over, he moved close to Huey and placed his hand beside his lover's head. And that was the way close to all of his fits happened. He'd yell, he'd be done, and they would just act like any other pair of lovers would. They appeared so perfect on the outside, when they were both calm and collected.
Ferb's only wish was that it could be just as perfect on the inside as it was outside.
