Amanda came back with Farah, and to Dirk's slight dismay, the Rowdy 3, in tow a few hours later. He and Todd where simply sitting on the couch beside each other but nonetheless Amanda wolf whistled as she came in, making both men blush slightly against their will.
This time, when the four men surrounded Dirk and Todd, Dirk didn't mind. With Amanda making them promise to be gentle they absorbed a long stream of emotional energy from the two. It was Martin that spoke first as he simply said, "I guess congratulations are in order."
Though it was actually Vogel that half yelled, "Congrat's, guys!"
When Farah asked what they meant and got a rather crude answer from Gripps and Cross she simply blushed as she pointed out, "I honestly thought that was nothing new."
Amanda burst into laughter as she choked out, "I know, right? I mean seriously, how is it they are the last to figure it out when it's their own feelings?"
Together, Amanda and Farah shook their heads as they chorused, "Men."
Soon the conversation moved on to new topics as they discussed Blackwing and everything attached. The rest of the day was spent pleasantly enough, all happy to be with people they cared about, people that helped make them each feel safe. By the time dinner came around it was mostly just an impromptu party.
When one of the Rowdy 3 got too excited and smashed Todd's crappy television he didn't even care; though it may have helped that Farah elbowed him lightly and promised to get him a new and better one.
That night, after everyone else had left, as Todd once again lay in Dirk's arms, he felt it again, that sense of stability. The bedrock of his life was back and once again, he was building his life back up on it. As he drifted off to sleep he promised himself that this time, it would be even better.