The trip to the market was impromptu, but it was fun nonetheless. By the time Brian and Brock had finished their grocery shopping, they had a cart full of miscellaneous items of food. But they weren't shopping for anything particular, so it was okay. As long as they got food, that was all that mattered in their little rendezvous. It was nearing nighttime, and the two were eager to get back to the apartment to start their night of rest and relaxation. The day's events of moving were beginning to take a toll on their bodies, and tiredness was beginning to surface if only slightly. As they stood in the line to check out, Brock gave a once over of all the stuff they bought in the cart, and let a chuckle seep through his plump lips. Brian gave a crooked smile and turned to look at his best friend, "What the fuck is so funny?" He inquired, raising a dark brow.

Moo shrugged, "I'm just wondering what in the world you're going to make for dinner with all this stuff." He got out. There were a lot of random items, no two things went together to make a fit meal, but hell, that was Brian. He wasn't organized, he wasn't a planner, and well, he probably couldn't even cook very well. But Brock didn't care, he just liked messing with the younger man to get him all riled up; it was kind of their thing, and it usually worked. Their friendship in a nutshell.

"We'll wing it." Terroriser said simply, smile never leaving his face. "What's the worst thing that could happen?"

The older man laughed again, "Oh god."

After checking out at the store, the two loaded their groceries into the cab, and headed home. Traffic surprisingly wasn't too bad, and they were able to get home rather quickly, which was good because both of them were hungry and tired. Their muscles aches from moving furniture. It indeed had been a long, yet productive day. They were glad they had accomplished what they did and that Brian's apartment was more livable now, cozier if you will.

Once home, they packed in their items of food, and stored them away in the kitchen. Brock watched with careful eyes as he sat at the new kitchen table, studying the Irishman's movements around the small kitchen as he prepared to cook. He grabbed items out of the fridge, cabinets, and began his work on their much anticipated dinner. "You see this Brocky?" He questioned, turning to look at the other man. "This is how a pro cooks dinner." He joked as he continued his work.

Terroriser was clumsy in his movements, spilling things slightly, making a mess as he went. It was quite the sight to see. Moo wasn't even going to comment until a sizzling sound filled the air. "It's boiling over." Brock replied plainly, pointing at the stove. The pan was overflowing with liquid.

"Fuck!" Brian cursed, spinning around to tend to the stove while the older man held in his laughter.

"A true professional." He joked as he rested his head on his hands, leaning on the table. Ever since then, Brian focused his full attention on the food, being careful not to burn it or let it boil over, again. And Brock just watched him, finding the whole ordeal rather entertaining if he had to admit it to himself. Brian truly was something else, a magnificent mess, and maybe that's why Brock enjoyed him so much in the first place. He was so comfortable in being himself, he let his nerdiness shine through, and the older man thoroughly appreciated the geniality of his best friend. "It does smell pretty good though." He commented, letting his dark eyes drift over Brian's body. Sure he was attractive, but he looked even better like this; tired with his hair messed up, barefoot and silly. It truly was something else, and Brock could only shake his head in what was perpetual sadness. How long could he keep up this facade?

When the food was finished, the two sat at the new kitchen table and ate with each other in the moment. It was nice, just the two of them, enjoying small conversation and jokes. Brock was skeptical about the Irishman's cooking at first, but nevertheless he gave it a shot. If he was being honest with himself, it wasn't the best, but it was the fact that Brian attempted to cook him dinner that absolutely warmed his heart. Internally he had such a gentleness about him that Brock seemed to adore. And once dinner was finished, they helped each other with the dishes and made sure the kitchen was clean before moving onto their next activity. Brock couldn't even help but to gush at the fact that they were so domestic; it hurt his brain to even think about it.

They hooked up the consoles in the living room on Brian's new television, and settled on the small couch with controllers in hand. This is what Brock had looked forward to most in coming to see Brian in LA; them playing video games together, because hell, there was no awkwardness, no weird feelings, and it was what they did best. It was how they came to be friends in the first place, and there was something about that. Laughter and Brian's screams filled the tiny space of the living room until the early morning hours, and despite the fact that they were hella tired from moving furniture all day, they stayed up anyway, enjoying the company of each other, just playing for the sake of playing together, not worrying about making a video. And unlike all the other games that Terroriser invested his time in, he actually was pretty good at fifa. Brock had to fight hard to keep the game close, but Brian still prevailed and won.

"Still undefeated." The Irishman teased.

"Just shut up and restart the game." Moo replied, pushing Brian over slightly, making him lean over. His hands burned where they touched his skin, but he tried to shake it off. What an odd feeling.

"You're being a sore loser!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yes you are!"

They played until the younger man had managed to win a few more times, and by then, it was incredibly late. The sun would damn near be coming up soon. Brock couldn't stop his yawns from escaping, and soon Brian was doing the same. The night had proved to go well to say the least. "I'm beat," The older man managed to get out, setting his controller aside.

Brian smiled, "That makes two of us, then."

Then, the question that had been haunting him all day finally came out. He was almost afraid to ask, but also afraid to assume. He didn't want to make things weird. "Where am I sleeping?" The older man questioned, and Brian only looked at him as if he had sprouted a second head or something along those lines. "What?" Brock continued, raising a thick eyebrow, wondering just what he was missing.

"With me of course." He answered simply in reply. "You think I would make you sleep on the couch Brocky?" He retorted, "Come on... I thought you knew me better than that." He said simply, standing up from the sofa, turning the game consoles off and setting the controllers up somewhere. Moo was too tired to argue with him, or at least that's what he was telling himself. Hell, he liked sleeping in a bed with Brian, he'd take advantage of it for as long as he was here in LA with him. So wordlessly, they made their way up the steps, and helped each other make the bed in the younger man's new room. Brock didn't think he would ever get tired of this, tired of Terroriser... It was all so nice and he was getting way to close for comfort. He knew it too.

"You know," He began. "I think LA is starting to grow on me." Either that, or it's you. They crawled into bed with one another and made themselves comfy.

"Glad to hear it." The Irishman grinned as he rolled over to look at his best friend. His crystal blue eyes seemed clear in the darkness of the room. The only light that was visible was from the moon through the window because Brian still hadn't bought curtains for it. They didn't mind though, the moonlight, that is. But it seemed as though both of them were walking on eggshells around each other, careful of what to say because of their feelings. However, Brian could almost read Brock's mind right there as they laid together in the big bed. "You don't have to go home just yet." The younger man got out. He knew Brock didn't want to leave, and he knew that he didn't want to be alone just yet in this new apartment. He wanted Brock to stay with him. He always wanted him to stay...

"What?"

"You could stay longer." He offered with such lightness in his voice, Brock wasn't sure if he was joking or not. The older man rolled over on his side, finding Brian's eyes so he could read them, see if he could tell what he really meant. They showed nothing but sincerity, and gentleness, and Brock knew that he was being completely serious. His smile then broadened, "We haven't even got to have any real fun here yet." He argued, as if trying to convince Moo. Which was true, there was so much stuff he wanted to take Brock to do, so much stuff he wanted him to experience before he went back home. "Stay, please, Brocky?" There it was, and Brock was weak in the knees and short of breath when he heard that plead leave his best friend's lips. He would do anything for Brian.

"Are you sure?" He inquired, glancing at him through his thick eyelashes.

"Of course."

He nodded, "Okay, I'll stay." Brock said, his voice softer than he intended it to be. "But only for a few more days." He added, mostly for himself rather than Brian. Hell, he didn't want the younger man to get sick of him, and he didn't want to overstay his welcome. But Brian was Brian, and Brock doubted that any of those things would even happen. They were so close, getting on each other's nerves wasn't even a thing with them anymore. And staying here in LA with him longer, well, he might just work up the courage to finally confess to the man he was inevitably in love with. "Goodnight Bri." He managed through a yawn.

"Night Brock." The Irishman replied sleepily. "We're gonna have a lot of fun tomorrow."