Oliver looked at his two unexpected guest's, sitting across from him within his home. Babes fingers tapped on the edge of the table with the rhythm of his leg and tapping ankle. Stan sat there with his head down, feeling Oliver's eyes cover him. Buster and Lucille struck up a conversation about his career and what happened that night in which made her husband so emotional.
"Well, it indeed sounds as though they are close... I always realized that I was a addition to their career marriage... However, it seems clearly there are deeper roots that go into their personal lives and emotions." Lucille stated. She then turned to her husband, patted his hand making his body go steady.
Oliver looked at his wife with a curious concern of what she would say. Lucille traced her finger in between the lines of Oliver's hand, with a open smile, looking down at it, she sighed and nodded.
"You care about him deeply. All you have been doing for the past few months without him is talk about how you felt betrayed, if he ever cared, his selfishness..." Lucille said.
Stan hearing her words awoke his senses toward Babe. His eyes full of tears and body full of rushing, different emotions.
"If I ever cared...? Babe..." Stan asked tearfully.
"Yes, Stan," Lucille replied. "He has been here angry and in simple heartache over you! I know you have called, however... I suppose he wasn't ready to speak to you."
"If I ever cared...?" Stan said in a low, angry tone as his eyes widened and head lowered. Stan's thoughts turned to a tornado. Forgetting he was on Earth, he shot out of the chair almost tipping over the table.
Everyone looked at the table then at Stan. Oliver, then Buster stood looking at him. Oliver looked at him with tears and longing in his eyes, yet standing with a guarded heart and body.
"Boys, please! Just stop this! Talk to one another! it is obviously driving you both mad without one another and unable to function! Babe I love you, but you are almost robotic!" Lucille said loudly as she went over to her husbands side, taking Oliver's arm into hers.
Stan became emotional seeing her close to him. Then nods his head realizing he is in a home. He closed his eyes, rolled his head back and then breathed out heavily. Stan's head fell straight, his gaze laser directed at Babe. Babe's tears started to slow being caught within Stan's eyes, however he shook his head heavily, turned from him and wiped his lower lip with his fingers.
"Babe, please." Lucille pleaded. "It has been long enough."
"I want my heart to be in comfort and safety. I wanted to give it to you, I trust you, you have been good to me, Lucille... however..." Babe started.
"You can't give something that is already given and made for someone else, dammit!" Stan yelled as he grabbed at the center of his chest.
Stan swallowed looking at Babe's back. Oliver became frozen at Stan's declaration. He then lifted his head, turned to Stan with lowered eyes.
"I don't mind you two being friends, Stan... I guess our friends just shouldn't mix socially. It complicates things. I realize that I 'am not the only person in your life... Or was... It should be cordial and friendly between us. I do not hate you." Babe said to Stan emotionally.
"Dammit, the both of you!" Buster snapped. "Stan is a mess without you and you are a mess without him! I realize you are reluctant and wish for sensibilities, however, this is what God gave you."
"Or the Devil! God allows Satan to do a lot on Earth, Buster." Babe retorted.
"Whatever! The point is that you two are inter-"
"You were always a blessing to me. Nothing evil or hellish about you, except being at this distance! I'm stood in here with you, yet feel oceans away because you wont give me the time of day... Most likely rightfully so. At the very least you have my heart in your chest. Hopefully you can feel it's tears, my dearest, Babe. Whatever I have done with whomever, I never felt the way about them I do with you... I didn't touch Buster that night, and a barely touched any of my other wives after that... You want the truth?! My thoughts were on you, Mostly always are!"
Oliver shook his head lightly at Stan, looked at him, absorbing and digesting his words into meaning with slightly opened lips.
"Drowning myself in every drink I can find, yelling and fighting the world around me from my garden, my wives, mistresses' and the sky. Diving into arms, between legs, under covers, it all comes back to you, Babe! It has always been you! We are sown together..."
Oliver blinked tears from his eyes, swallowed, lightly turned his head to the side, Babes surroundings became light and faded within Stan's emotional words toward him. His wall of protection and pride chipping. Lucille wiped his tears and patted his chest.
Suddenly Stan breathed out heavily and said, "So you have someone else to do that, is that what it tis'?! What happened when we used to wipe one another's eyes?! Haven't I always taken care of you?! Stuck up for you in and out of the studio! I'm going to impregnate you!"
Everyone cocked their heads away from Stan in bewilderment, then Stan stomped, rushing to Babe. Buster pulled at Stan's arm, but was pulled along. Oliver stood there in shock and was too late to react as Stan took Babe's arms into his tightening palms, now handcuffed to him.
"Come here, Dammit! Don't you dare! I should rip you apart in front of what's-his-name or her-name!" Stan said slightly shaking Babe, looking into his face.
Oliver then tired to push Stan away, however Stan maneuvered his hands into different points on Babe's body, roaming about his torso, keeping a lock on him. It was like water trying to run away from wet.
"That is my wife Lucille! Virginia Lucille Hardy! Not yer' dammed what's-her-name or whatever!"
Stan turned his head to Lucille. His face with dried tears and a slightly soggy nose. "Oh, good evening, misses! We havent formally been introduced, I'm going to tear your husband a new one. Care to watch?" Stan said in a bright , sparkling, sarcastic tone.
"Dammit, Stan! Stan!" Oliver started to yell.
"Just, come here... Come, Babe... Together we make a bed. I'm the cover to your pillow. Come here..." Stan pleaded gently.
Oliver breathed out heavily, then fell on to Stan's shoulder in a embrace. Stan closed his eyes, a smile traced his closed lips as a wash of relief and release came from the both of them.
Lucille and Buster smiled.
"He really didn't touch me, Oliver. Trust me, I tried to have him do so. I have never seen him so faithful to anyone." Buster explained.
"And... It happens to be with my husband... oh..." Lucille sighed tearfully.
"Lucille... I-" Oliver started.
"Let me talk to her, Babe-bee... I know exactly how she feels. Besides you two have some... catching up to do. Lucille, lets sit down. Stan and Babe have some talking to do." Buster requested.
Lucille nodded and went to sit with Buster. Stan and Oliver looked at one another, embraced again and then sat down in the living room. As Lucille sat down with Buster she saw Stan and Babe getting along as the two of them would. Their hands wrapped within one another's, faces close and magnetism. Then suddenly out of the corner of her eye, she saw them kiss, lip to lip. Lucille gasped loudly, then Buster took her hands into his, slightly pulling her attension back to him.