You dropped your iPod on Eridan's lap and dragged his brother out of the room. Damara was waiting for you both in the car, so you told Cronus that you'll show him the thing after you both dropped her off. He's suspicious and asks why Eridan didn't come along, he thought he was dropping him off at home, but you just shrugged and told him to just get in the car.
Damara smokes the whole ride there, scoffing at how dumb Rufioh was and babbling on in a mix of Japanese and maybe Spanish, but she keeps switching between the languages so fast that you have no idea what she's saying and give up on listening to her. Cronus, on the other hand, snorts at some things she says and answers in one language or the other and you kinda want to climb him like a tree, you're not going to lie. He's trilingual and even after language arts in school, you are only trylingual.
Damara makes Cronus stop at a house that you are certain isn't her's, and your thoughts are confirmed when a tall, shirtless Makara comes outside and leans heavily on the railing. Damara grabs her duffle bag and winks at Cronus before walking up to the door.
Five minutes later, you're both down the street at the 7/11 and waiting in line behind the two other people who looked like they just rolled out for a damn slurpee and one person who looked like they just got out of work. Cronus glances at you as you reach other and grab a bag of chips as you wait, "... So, what was it that you wanted to show me?"
"Chill, Brosiden."
"I am chill, AbeBroham Lincoln," he says as he buys his cigarettes and a can of AriZona.
"Doesn't seem like it to me, Brontosaurus," you answer, hiding a grin because you love when he joins in when you do this shit. You then pay for your bag of chips.
"But I am, Brometheus."
You scoff on your way out the door, following him back to his car, "Sure you are, Broseph Stalin."
"Oh. Ok, Adolf Hipster," Cronus shoots back at you, catching you by the hips and hoisting you up onto the hood of the car.
Fuck. Wait. This wasn't in the plan.
"... What cha doing, Cron-?"
"What were you going to show me?" he's awfully close to you. Your mouth is dry and he is just so close, you can't breathe.
Your mouth opens, but you don't have anything to say, so you shut it.
"Well?"
You still don't answer and he pulls away and opens up his new pack of pall malls. He lights one and turns away from you, leaning his ass against the grill as he takes a drag, "... Nice night out, ain't it?"
You adjust and cross your legs, your hands behind you as you look up at the sky, "...Yeah…."
The silence is deafening.
"I'll take you home then? After this, right?"
You want to protest, you had a damn plan set up, but you end up shrugging. You then reach your hand out, "... Can I take a hit?"
He hands it over and you sit there for a moment with it in your fingers before you take a drag and look up at the sky as you let it out. You both sit there for a few more minutes before he snuffs it out when you don't want the last puff.
The ride to your house is silent and he doesn't ask anymore what you wanted to show him. You feel sick to your stomach and you can't look at him. You stare out the window and you can't believe that you just let the plan fall apart like that and-
"... This isn't my house."
"I know, you live at the end of the block."
You turn to him, "Then why-?"
He cuts you off by kissing you. His mouth is warm on your's and you barely have time to register it by the time he pulls away. Your mouth feels like it's on fire and all you can do is stare at him with wide-eyed shock. He then puts the car back into drive and pulls up in front of your place, where your brother is sitting outside with a book and a highlighter. He lifts a hand to you both and Cronus parks and unlocks the doors before getting out.
"Is Eridan still here?"
"Yeah, he's macking on your drummer. I don't think you're getting him back."
"Jeez, have they really been going at it that long?"
"Yep. Now, do you think that stabbing a man through the chest or through the head is a better way to punish him for touching your youngest brother that you practically raised like a son?"
"Through the groin. It gives them more time to think about what they have done before you finish them off."
"Good, because this boy-"
Cronus makes a noise because you're suddenly in front of him and he has no time to say anything as you grab him by the front of his shirt, "I love you."
He is shocked into silence as you go inside, then looks at your Bro.
"... Did that just happen?"
"It did."
"But I thought-"
"Nope."
"Can I-"
"Go get him, tiger."