Fletch sat in his bed and watched as Jestro worked. A completely fractured leg was, for a lack of better phrases, less than ideal. But Jestro could heal it with enough time, as long as Clay was quite literally right next to him. Fletch would've found it funny if it weren't for him needing his legs healed. He could giggle about it later though.
Slowly, Jestro began to slump over, his eyes closing. Clay sighed and held his boyfriend before lifting him up.
"He'll be back tomorrow," Clay said, "Needs to stop overworking himself… Could've taken a break earlier…"
And with more mumbling to himself, Clay was gone. Fletch leaned forward and ran his hands along the wrap covering his half healed leg. He'd have to use crutches, but other than that, he was fine. Fletch flopped back against his bed with a huff.
Something moved in the corner of his doorway, and Fletch sat up.
"You can come in, you know." He said, propping himself up against his dozens of pillows, "It's not like I'm going anywhere."
So in walked Robin, hands fidgeting endlessly with the edge of his shirt. His eyes were still slightly green, a side effect, probably. A feeling of awkwardness slowly settled over the room.
"I… I'm sorry." Robin started, decidedly looking everywhere but at Fletch, "For what I did. To your leg."
"No it's- it's fine." Fletch instantly said back, scooting forwards, "You didn't mean to do any of that so, it's fine."
There was a horrible, awkward silence. Robin shifted from leg to leg nervously, and Fletch kinda wished that his leg was fine so that he could do the same.
"So… I guess I'll go now-"
"Wait."
Robin blinked at Fletch as he scooted even closer to the edge of his bed, "Wait. You said sorry to me, so I think I should say sorry to you."
Robin looked like he wanted to interrupt, but Fletch continued before he could say anything.
"After we found out that Clay was my brother, and I joined you, I kinda started becoming an asshole. At first I was scared, and then I started to cover up my fears with telling myself that I was the most important person on the team and that's, yknow, an asshole move." He ran a hand through his hair, "I was so caught up in myself that I didn't even notice you, or anyone else. I need to start taking things seriously, because being scared isn't any reason to be a jerk. So, I'm sorry."
Robin frowned, and took a seat at the edge of Fletch's bed. He sat there for a minute.
"No, I think you're fine," He finally said, "Everything happened to you at once and… honestly I wouldn't broken in a second. It was me that was being a jerk. I was blaming all my insecurities on you and look where it got me. Possessed by a ghost that possessed pretty much everyone in my family before me."
Fletch shook his head and punched Robin gently in the arm. "I'm not gonna be able to get you to accept my apology, am I?"
Robin laughed softly, "Nope. And you're not gonna accept mine?"
The awkwardness that had been in the room slowly dissipated as they laughed together. Fletch fell back against his bed, and gave a happy sigh. Thank god that they were settling this now instead of letting the awkwardness carry on far into the future. With a huff he pulled himself back upright.
"Listen man, here's all I'm gonna say about this," he said, putting a hand on Robin's back, "From now on, we're brothers. No more shoving our feelings aside, we'll just talk it out."
Robin nodded, and then grinned.
"Even if I go and eat all your snacks while you can't move."
Fletch's face suddenly became very serious.
"You. Wouldn't. Dare."
And just like that, Robin was up and running. Fletch struggled out of his bed, only to topple over with one step.
"Robin!" He screamed, "Robin if you touch my cosmic brownies I'm going to kill you!"
"Can't kill me if I'm already gone!" Robin shouted back from down the hall.
Fletch grumbled to himself from where he lay, face down on the floor. Tomorrow, when Jestro finished healing his leg, he'd get his revenge. But for now, he was just happy that Robin was back to himself.
((Title is from Boys will be Bugs by Cavetown. Thanks for reading!))