Gilbert hated his life.

Just a week after Gilbert began interning for Dr. Braginski he realized he now basically had three jobs. First, he had to get up early to go and do paperwork and get freaked out by mentally ill people, not to mention his boss was fucking weird. He swore that guy was a hairs length away from being checked in himself. Nothing he couldn't handle but he swore every time he looked up the guy was studying him. Creepy.

After he had washed his hands of ink stains and drool from over eager patients waiting on drugs he would go to his second job, being a student. If it was a Monday, Tuesday or Thursday then he actually had to go to class and if it wasn't he used that time to make sure his projects weren't complete pieces of ass crack. He wouldn't even go into lab work.

Then, of course, came the job he was actually paid for. He still worked as a bartender at that smokey, sweaty, shady bar much to his younger, though-acts-much-older, brother's chagrin. He would have to find another job sooner or later, preferably before he got lung cancer, but he was way too fucking tired to look. It was great to have a job that lasted from anywhere to one to three in the morning only to wake up at six to make sure his awesomeness was awesome enough to come in at seven to start back at job number one! (Oh look, more written sarcasm.)

Good thing he was awesome or he would have snapped and banged a few hookers before eventually slitting one of their throats and getting brought in by the police while laughing manically before getting checked into the mental hospital he worked at where he'll room with that shy kid where his craziness would also drive the other guy into a deeper madness and the two will feed off each others crazy for the rest of their lives.

At least Braginski didn't force him to make coffee.

"Ah, you work hard." Dr. Braginski commented as he hovered uncomfortably close to him. "I'm surprised." Gilbert leaned more towards his mock desk, which was a random shorter cabinet sandwiched in between a wall and the coffee maker, trying to not feel the breath on the back of his neck.

"I told you, this place was lacking in awesome before I came." Gilbert replied, resisting a 'that's what she said'.

Dr. Braginski seemed amused with the answer and he pulled away from the grateful man, walking away without another word. Gilbert briefly looked around to glance back at the larger man. Weird, usually the guy stayed and berated him a bit more before he left. Either he was finally recognizing his epic awesomeness or he was planning somthi—

"Mr. Beilschmidt?"

Looking up he saw a nurse calling for him. He hadn't had the time or rather, didn't care enough to learn all the nurses names so he dubbed this one the titty nurse. Cause that rack she somehow managed to lug around could choke a horse.

"Can you come with me, please?"

Realizing his chance to get away from paperwork (seriously, why was he here again?) he followed the nurse away without question. She led him past the staff hallways and into where the patients resided, making Gilbert curious. "Kay, not working is awesome but we already passed a few closets if you wanted to jump me."

Titty nurse turned a light pink before she gave him a look that showed she never had those kinds of thoughts about him and would never have those kind of thoughts about him. Ever. "Dr. Braginski wanted to give you a break."

To that Gilbert raised an eyebrow. A break huh? Awesome, but why didn't the creepy doctor tell him himself?

The nurse motioned for him to enter a door that they had stopped in front of. It wasn't until he had entered the room did he realized he should have asked why he was led here just so he could stall and not go back to doing more work sooner. Balls.

Scratching the back of his neck he looked about the small room his boss wanted him to take a break in for no apparent reason. Some break room; the only thing here was a small table and two not so comfortable looking chairs. Not to mention everything was so white it was almost blinding. Gott, he had enough of that when he looked at his reflection. Not to say that what he saw back wasn't strikingly handsome but still. Whatever. If he was given a chance to kick back, then that's exactly the fuck he would do, a thank you very much.

Striding over to a chair he sat down and propped his feet up on the table, briefly wondering if the wall would suddenly open up to reveal a man eating monster he would be forced to fight. Well, the table could be flipped over for some cover and he had a pen in his pocket he could probably jab into it's neck. Unless the thing had bullet reflecting skin, in which point he would be fucked. Though that would mean no more paperwork or getting up early. Though it would also mean no more beer and badgering people with his awesomeness.

Guess that monster would just have to wait.

Just before his short attention span began to kick in, the door he had previously entered cracked open and another person was ushered in, as confused as he was. Oh wait. He knew this guy.

"Kid?" Gilbert called, making the other jump and look back at him, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. Matthew turned towards the door he had just entered only to have it closed in his face. There was a short pause before Matthew looked back at Gilbert, nervously fumbling with the bottom of his baggy shirt.

"O-Oh. Um, h-hello Gilbert." Matthew greeted pleasantly. He reached up and took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. For a moment he swayed but quickly snapped out of it and blinked up at the other.

Gilbert quirked an eyebrow. "You okay?"

Matthew nodded, looking embarrassed as he slid his glasses back on his nose. "Um, oh um, yeah. Sorry."

Gilbert simply nodded and the two fell into awkward silence, not really knowing what to say. Not liking it, Gilbert decided to voice his thoughts. "Why are we here...?"

He took a quick look over of the place again, not seeming to care when Matthew spoke. "Well...one of the nurses j-just came to get me an—"

A low frustrated growl interrupted Matthew's recollection. "We've been had, kid!" Gilbert announced, swinging his feet off the table and planting them square on the ground as if getting ready to stand. He didn't. "Break, my ass! That fucked up doctor just wanted me in here with you for no reason!" Fuckers! If they had asked him to spare a couple minutes with the kid he probably would have said yes but that was beside the point. He didn't like being tricked, dammit!

Matthew blinked stupidly at him, not sure what he should say. "I-I...I'm sorry...?"

Gilbert looked to him before he sighed, relaxing back into his chair. He was too fucking tired for this. "It's not your fault. Whatever, let's just enjoy this break, Matt."

Matthew looked rather shocked, making Gilbert raise a curious eye to him. "Y-you...You remembered my name?"

Gilbert looked at him weirdly. "Yeah. It's not like it's the most original name in the fucking world." Oh, maybe he should calm it down a bit. The kid was supposed to be mentally unstable, right? Who's to say he wouldn't freak out and start clawing at his face? Oh, but the kid looked happy so maybe he was wrong.

Noticing that Matthew seemed rather awkward standing there Gilbert invited him to sit with him which the blond did after much hesitation. Several long moments of nothing passed, the silence neither comfortable or unsettling but just...there. Gilbert decided to break it once more.

"So what do you wanna do?"

Matthew looked up at him and blinked stupidly. "Eh?"

Gilbert made a face before putting his feet on the table again, balancing the chair on it's hind legs. "They stuck us in here for a reason, might as well do something."

Matthew looked down and pursed his lips, thinking. "Well, um...maybe we could just...t-talk? If-If that's okay with you."

Gilbert looked over at him lazily before he shrugged. "Yeah, sure. Let's talk."

"Y-yeah..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"S-so, um...You're an albino, right?"

Gilbert raised an eyebrow before he smirked. "What gave it away? The old man hair colour or the way I blend into the background?"

"I-I'm sorry. Being here has made me a little more blunt."

...That was being blunt?

"What's it like?"

"Being albino? It's pretty awesome I guess. Especially these things." He pulled down his bottom eye lids to give Matthew a better look at his red eyes. "Creep the shit outta people. There was once this guy who saw me on the street and thought I was the spawn of Satan or some shit." He chuckled at the memory though Matthew looked sorry for him. Gilbert waved it off. "Fucking terrorized the bastard for a whole fucking hour. Ended up late for my date but my she was a bitch anyway so whatever."

Matthew simply nodded, not sure what to make of Gilbert's story. "So, um...Gil...bert." His cheeks turned a light pink as he asked his next question. "Are you...are you married?"

"FUCK no." Gilbert answered quite loudly, causing Matthew to jump. "Being with only one person for the rest of your life, pst! There's not one person on the planet that can handle this much awesome every. Day. Plus, it would be a shame for people to not feel my awesomeness, right Matt?" He rolled his head over to Matthew for an answer.

Matthew shrugged and smiled nervously. "I, um... D-don't think I've known you long enough to tell."

Gilbert scoffed as if offended. "My awesomeness can be recognized at one glance! Tch, maybe you should stop being so jealous, you're bumming me out."

Matthew laughed lightly, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he did so. "You're really weird."

"Hey, fuck you," Gilbert said with a laugh. "You're checked into a nut house, you're not allowed to say that."

"W-well if I say it it must be true, right?" Matthew replied nervously, hoping that he didn't offended the other. Thankfully, Gilbert laughed.

"Touche, kid." He said, making the blond laugh as well. "Touche."

The two continued to talk until some nurses came to escort them back to where they were before. Gilbert was a little pissed at that, sending a nurse to get him like he was one of their mother fucking patients. The nurse apologized and left though, so there was really no harm done. Gilbert and Matthew said their goodbyes before they went their separate ways, each thinking the same thing about the other.

What a strange guy.


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