The house was quiet when Brian and Brock made their way inside. "My parents are probably getting ready for dinner." Brian chimed in, shedding some light on where they might be and clearing up any confusion that Brock might have had. If they listened hard enough, they could hear them shuffling around up on the second floor. He hoped that the two of them heard them come in the door, that way his parents knew he and Brock were home. "Let's go get ready." Brian added, grabbing the older man's hand, pulling him up the stairs and to his bedroom - or their bedroom, for this trip at least. He didn't say anything of it, but Brock's palms were sweaty... And he knew that only happened when he was anxious. He had a feeling that something was coming, sooner or later.

They got into the room, and Brian shut the door behind them so they could dress, get ready, and talk without his mother and father hearing them. "I'm nervous." Brock got out, unable to hold it in any longer. His voice was lack of breath, and he sounded shaky. He had done all he could to conserve the nerves, but now, they were taking over his whole body. It had been building and building and building. And right now...? Well, now he felt like he was about to combust. His chest heaved with deep breaths, something he did to calm himself, but it didn't seem to be working.

Immediately, Brian took him into his arms. "It's okay to be nervous, Brocky." His Irish lilt was low, gentle, coaxing... It was a tone of voice that he knew worked to calm his boyfriend down. Time and time again, he found himself using it, but he would do it, he would do anything for Brock. He couldn't help the small smile that crossed his lips, "Remember what we talked about, we're going to be fine." They had discussed this over and over again, time after time, and it all came down to this; just them. Just the two of them being there for each other, supporting each other. "I love you." He spoke once more, pressing a kiss to the older man's cheek, a comforting aspect that he always enjoyed.

"Okay." He nodded in reply.

"Okay." Brian confirmed.

After Brock had calmed down a bit, he and Brian began to change into their new clothes and get ready for the dinner that was sure to be from hell. Dress pants and button ups were the chose attire for the evening. Both of them still weren't really sure what to expect. It was a completely different situation that either of them had dealt with before. Maybe that's why the nerves were so high, maybe that's why they couldn't really concentrate. "Should I wear a tie?" Brock interrupted the silent concentration of them getting ready.

Brian was fumbling with his messy hair when he turned around to look at Brock, a laugh escaping his lips, "You packed a tie?"

"Of course I did," Brock replied. "I want to impress your parents." He reached a pulled a couple of ties from his suitcase. "I brought one for you too." He smiled and offered the Irishman a tie.

Brian took it gratefully, "Help me tie it?" He asked, wrapping the garment around his neck, tucking it underneath his shirt collar. Brock obliged, stepping closer to him, allowing his nimble fingers to grab the fabric and begin playing with it. "What would I do without you?" Brian smiled jokingly, kissing his boyfriend's lips. He sure as hell didn't know what he would do without the loving man in front of him, and damn, he never wanted to have to find out. Brock was about to respond, until there was a hard knock at the bedroom door. They quickly moved away from each other before Brian called out, "Come in!" And that's when his mother came through the door, wearing something dressy herself.

"Oh, look at you all dressed up." She gushed as she eyed her son and Brock, who was finishing up tying his own tie. "Your father is all ready to go, so just come downstairs when you're all finished." She got out, smiling slightly. After all, Brian knew he still had to introduce Brock to his father, and that was something he was nervous for as well. His mother? Well she had been easy. They had similar personalities and Brian knew that his mom was on his side no matter what. However, he knew couldn't say the same for his father.

"We'll be right down." The younger man replied, sending his mother back out of his room. Once she left, he shut the door once more, and went back to Brock. "You ready to do this?" He questioned, heart thrumming in his chest like the wings of a hummingbird. He grabbed Brock's hands and brought them to his lips, placing a few butterfly kisses there, on his knuckles. The older man just nodded, swallowing the lump that was oh so ever rising in his throat. Brian sighed, dropping his boyfriend's hands. "Let's go meet dear old dad." He got out, voice sarcastic and laced with discernment. Surely he couldn't be that bad, could he? But Brian knew that tonight was going to be awkward as hell. They headed downstairs and saw Brian's parents waiting patiently on the couch. "Dad?" The Irishman's voice echoed throughout the house. "There's someone I want you to meet." He got out as he approached the much older man.

His dad was gruff, that was really the only thing Brock could think of as he eyed him carefully. But he definitely say traces of happy go lucky Brian there. "It's nice to meet you sir." Brock spoke, voice shaky, monotone, and his stature was stiff, his body was stiff, and right now he just wanted Brian's arms around him more than anything. "I'm Brock." He continued, offering his hand to shake. Goddamn, he was nervous. So so so nervous.

"This is the guy I was telling you about," Brian interjected. "He helped me move and get settled in LA."

Brian's dad extended his own hand to shake Brock's, "It's nice to meet you too, Brock." His grip was firm but his smile was kind and Brock was relieved. "Let's go get some food, I'm starving!" He got out turning around and heading towards the door. Brian turned to give Brock an odd look, but they pushed everything aside and followed the much older man out to the car so they could get to the restaurant. The drive there was antagonizing. Brian and Brock couldn't help but to eye each other as they sat in the back seat. Both of them were probably having the same thoughts right about now. They were both terrified of admitting to their relationship. But other than that, the car ride was mostly quiet aside from a simple question here and there, or a song on the radio that Brian's dad liked.

When they finally did arrive to the place they were eating, they got a table for four, and sat down to order their food. It was a relatively nice restaurant, and Brock was impressed as he took his seat beside Brian. They sat closely together so they could hold hands underneath the table. Brian didn't think he was going to get the right words out of his mouth unless his boyfriend was right next to him. "So, Brock?" It was Brian's mother who interrupted the silence once they all finished ordering their food and were waiting for it. "Do you do that youtube thing too?" She asked.

Brock nodded, "That's actually how Brian and I met each other." He revealed. "And we've been best friends ever since." He smiled fondly.

"That's exciting!" His mom got out. "So where are you from, then?" She continued.

"Utah. Brock is from Utah..." Brian answered for him, anxiety pulsing through his every vein. He felt Brock squeeze his hand, trying to get him to calm down, and it worked, if only for a second. This night would surely be the death of him, he knew it. His heart was pummeling in his chest like fucking freight train and if he were being honest with himself, it was hard to breathe.

His dad chuckled, "For god's sake Brian, let the boy talk."

Brian apologized sheepishly, "Sorry."

"Our Brian really does talk about you a lot," His mother said to Brock, bringing it up for the second time since they'd met him. The waiters came with their food, dropping it off as the conversation continued. "You've been a really great friend to him." She added on as they began to eat, and Brian knew that this was it. The moment had come and he knew he could no longer hold in what he had to say. He squeezed Brock's hand as hard as he could, letting him know that this was about to happen. His nerves were practically swallowing him, and he could feel an eternal blush on his too white cheeks.

"Actually, mom, dad..." Brian began. "There's something I need to tell you... Or, Brock and I need to tell you." He corrected himself.

"Oh?" His father asked, mid bite of food.

"What is it?"

Brock turned his head to look over at his boyfriend, asking with his eyes if he wanted him to do it... If he wanted him to tell of their relationship. Brian merely shook his head at him, knowing that he had to man up. He had to take charge and do this after all the pain and hurt that he caused Brock. "Yeah well..." He continued to talk, throat feeling tight as he stared down at his plate of food. His mother and father gestured for him to go on, and he took a deep breath, probably one of the deepest he'd ever taken, before he spoke. "Brock and I are in a relationship..." He got out, looking up from his plate of food. "We're together and we've been together for a while." His blue orbs were clear as he stared at his parents, and he had Brock's hand in a death grip underneath the table. But it felt so good to exhale those words from his body after all this time of holding them in. When his parents didn't say anything, he just kept on talking, "I love him." He concluded, and Brock blushed at hearing him say these things to his parents out loud. But it was done and over with, and they had no idea what his mother and father were going to say next.