I can't believe I'm just getting back to this, or that i left it in mid chapter! Sorry! Lost MYSELF for while...just getting back...To a lot of things.
Date night 4-A
The cold looks had gone basically unnoticed by Dylan for kind of a while...
Dylan, when talking to, hanging out with...or even just thinking about Marco... could be amazingly unaware of other people...
For someone so outgoing and open to new things and people they might as well have been trees or walls...or just... not even there.
So when the old lady at first just stood there staring, Dylan didn't even look up.
It was Marco's sharply in-drawn breath that drew his eyes up from the papers he was trying to get back into order; first to Marco's face, and the shock/distress/hurt there, then to the elderly woman who stood frozen just outside the elevator doors.
By the time Dylan saw her, she had on hand pressed to her chest; eyes opened wide in seeming above her similarly open mouth.
She stepped back suddenly; her mouth closing into a thin hard line, and eyes throwing daggers at Marco, crossed herself.
Those angry eyes kept going from Marco's face to his belly.
She never even looked at Dylan at all.
Dylan pushed the button to close the door and reached for Marco, drawing him into a tight reassuring hug.
Marco, fingers gripping Dylan's shirt, started to cry.
It was just a little sniffling, swallowing hard probably-be-over-soon kinda crying...at first.
They wound up having to go back to the apartment.
Dylan, trying to cheer Marco up, just to get him to not take some stupid stranger's reaction to heart said; "Hey, c'mon babe, the dried-up old bat's probably just jealous!"
Of course then the real (hormone-induced) my-heart-has-just-been-ripped-from-my-chest type of sobbing started.
Half a box of tissues, a large hot-chocolate, and some serious cuddling later Dylan understood about h ow the old-lady reminded Marco of some long dead aunt who never liked him much, and always looked at him in much that same disapproving way and shook her head.
Later, after Marco had dozed off in the recliner and only mumbled a little, as Dylan had carried him to bed, Dylan thought about thing in the grocery store and had to go downstairs so he wouldn't wake him laughing.
Two guys, sorta big guys now he thought about it had made a few comments about queers and how now they'd be thinkin they were as good as women if this male-pregnancy thing caught on.
They were loud enough that Dylan coming back with something from another part of the store heard some of it and started hurrying back to the isle he'd left Marco on.
Good thing he was coming from the other end of the isle.
The next thing he heard was yelling and cursing in English, cursing in Italian, and things falling from shelves.
Marco had grabbed two mop-handles and attacked both guys, knocking them down, and then pelting them with whatever he could reach!
It was just their bad luck that one of the bottles of laundry soap had a loose cap.
Oh yeah, his teammates had loved that one.
So did the papers, some of the security stills made more than one front page.
God, that whole time had been full of so much weird!