Brian knew that it was a long shot in getting Brock to open that door, but he had to try, and that's why he was here. He had to give it his all, hell, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he knew he half assed this whole thing. That's why he was on Brock's front porch, knocking on his door with a duffel bag full of clothes in hand, begging for him to let him in, begging him for forgiveness that he probably didn't even deserve. The worst thing that could have happened from all of this, happened, and Terroriser couldn't feel more stupid. Why was he always getting himself into these situations?

And so he stood there, waiting, praying that Moo would open the door. He just wanted to see his beautiful face. He had been to Brock's house before, many many times, but this time, it was so different; the circumstances were so unique. Brian had to admit, he felt a little dumb for even coming here. What kind of person did he expect Brock to be? He wasn't just going to waive this all off in a nonchalant manner. There were going to be consequences. He definitely was not expecting him to open his front door.

The Irishman leaned against the entrace, and he could hear Brock breathing on the other side of it. His breaths were shallow, as if he was going to cry. "Brock... Moo Moo," His voice was soft, softer than it had ever been; a gentle caress through the evening Utah air. But Brock always brought that out in him, the gentleness of it all, and always would. He had no idea how the older man was feeling at the moment, but he knew it couldn't be good. He knew that his heart had to have been hurting, and Brian's heart hurt because he knew he was causing the one he loved so much infinite pain. "Just please, open the door..." Brian trailed off, a sigh leaving his lips. "I know you're upset, I know you're probably really pissed at me, and I don't blame you. But please, I'm so sorry Brock, just let me explain.I'm so sorry honey..." His voice was needy, desperate, and he hopelessly wanted the older man to open that front door.

On the other side of the door, inside the house, Moo was holding back tears. He hadn't wanted to get emotional, he hadn't wanted to cry. But how could Brian stand out there and say all of that stuff? Brock didn't know what was real and what was fake anymore; he couldn't even tell if his so called boyfriend was speaking the truth. The older man listened carefully though, to his words, to his tone of voice, picking it apart at the seams, debating whether or not to open the door. He knew if he opened it, knew if he saw Brian, he would break into pieces. The younger man had absolutely ruined him so it seemed. He had to be strong, and he knew he had to be in control of this situation. It was so difficult. He didn't want to get hurt anymore.

Brock didn't budge though, he was trying too hard not to get angry, not to let the hurt take over. They had to be rational about this, had to be mature adults. But he wanted to yell at Brian, wanted to cuss at him, tell him he was a piece of shit, but he refrained. Why? Because he still fucking loved him, and he knew he wasn't going to go away until they talked about this. But there was so much he had to say, so much that he wanted Brian to feel because he was hurting. A part of Brock wanted Brian; wanted to take him in his arms, cry, let it all out... But the other part of him was still so angry. So, in a way, the older man was hesitant to open the door, and when he did, he cracked it ever so slightly, just so the younger man could barely see his face.

"You honestly think you can just come here and say a bunch of bullshit after what happened?" Brock's voice was so void of emotion, his breathing uneven. And Brian was struck, struck by his chocolate brown eyes that were puffy and swollen presumably from crying. He looked tired, looked like he needed a good night's sleep, and Terroriser could only curse himself even more, because he did this to Brock. He tried to put his hand in the door, force it open so he could just get Brock to look at him, but the older man cut him off. "I don't want you in here." He didn't even sound like himself, and Brian was trying so hard not cringe. "Say what you need to say before I change my mind." So far, so good at keeping his calm composure, but he had a feeling it wouldn't last long.

Brian struggled to speak, only the words, "Brock, I'm sorry." Left his lips.

"Sorry?"

"Yes, I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" Moo couldn't help but to scoff.

"Yes." The Irishman's voice was a whisper now. "And I know it probably doesn't mean shit at this point, but Brocky, I love you so much."

And that was all it took for the older man to break down. The door flung open, and he pulled Brian inside, not wanting to argue on his front porch. He shut the door behind them forcefully, and glared at Brian, his eyes darker than they had ever been. All the hurt, all the mistrust, the sadness built up behind them, and they met Brian's blue ones, cloudy with an oncoming storm. "Were you even going to tell me that you had a girlfriend?" The question that he wanted answered most escaped from his lips first. "I'm your best friend, Brian! Why didn't you tell me about her!?" He couldn't look him in the eye as he yelled, because he knew he would weaken him. So he glared at the floor, breathing uneven, coming out in short angry bouts, while Brian just stood there, dumbfounded while Brock yelled at him. "Say something!"

"I want you to get it all out." It was a simple sentence, exposed to the thick air between them. "Tell me what's on your mind, yell at me, I deserve it." Brian shoved his hands into his pockets as he stared at Brock, who still wasn't looking him in the eye. He was avoiding his gaze like the plague, but this had to be done. He knew Brock was angry, and he wanted it all of his system before he tried to explain any of this situation; before he tried to explain the fuck up.

The older man's blood boiled beneath the surface of his skin, face red and splotchy, tremors going through his body. "You're a fucking liar! And a coward! All you do is hurt people you care about..." He trailed off, pacing the small space of the living room floor as Brian watched him. "Selfish... I told you everything, everything Brian! Why? Because that's what best friends do! And you couldn't even tell me that you were already dating someone? You lead me on... And now look where we are!" He ranted, getting this off his chest, and Brian couldn't help but to flinch at a few of his words. But he couldn't complain, he deserved it. Brock stopped pacing, and tried to catch his breath. Finally, finally, he looked up at Brian, eyes meeting each other for the first time in that conflict. They were watery, diluted as tears brimmed them. "Did you ever think of how much you were hurting me?" His voice broke, and a sob followed as he let the tears fall.

Brian rushed to his side, attempting to comfort him, "Brock..."

He merely shoved him away, "Don't."

"Please, just let me?" He inquired. "It's my fault you're like this."

"Just answer my questions." Brock ordered, he needed answers and he needed them now.

"I never told you about her because she's not important..." He began to explain. "I didn't want to ruin things between us, not when they were so good. My parents really like her and they don't know about you... Brock, they don't know how happy you make me. They're forcing her onto me, and I guess... I thought I could just avoid it, run from it." He trailed off, eyes cast downwards, ashamed, embarrassed. In retrospect, it was silly. Why couldn't he just tell Moo from the get go? Why couldn't he just admit to his best friend that his family was forcing him into a relationship? Why couldn't he be a man and stand up to his parents, let him find his own happiness? It was still a messed up situation, he had to admit, and it still needed a lot of fixing. But maybe they could fix it together, maybe he could fix it with Brock. "It's so stupid, I know, and I'm so sorry... I'm such a fuckin' idiot."

The older man hesitated, his voice coming out slow, "Do you love her?"

"She means nothing to me... I don't want to be with her, I want to be with you. I love you." The Irishman's voice was small, and he felt like he was going to throw up. Seeing Brock like that, and knowing he was the cause of it absolutely wrecked him. It broke his heart, seeing his boyfriend, seeing the man he loved so worked up, so torn up over this. The older man was still trying to get away from him, but Brian grabbed him by the hand, forcing him to stop moving. "Brock, look at me, please." He begged, turning him around. Their eyes met once more, which caused another wave of tears. Brian wiped them away gently with his thumb. "I love you." It was a long shot, and he doubt that this would be enough. He had hurt Brock, caused him to close up and draw inwards on himself, and now he didn't know if he'd be able to get him open again.

Brock shook his head, eyes glancing away from Brian as he grabbed the younger man's hands and removed them from his face. "You have to tell your parents. You have to tell them you don't want to be with her. Because I can't do this again Brian..." He explained. "You can't keep hurting me."

"I know." Brian nodded, "And I'm so sorry... I never meant for it to be like this."

The confrontation died down, thankfully, but Brock's heart was still hammering away in his chest. He couldn't believe how dramatic his relationship with Brian would get... Anxiety still bothered him, how could he ever trust Terroriser again? It was a thought that replayed over and over again, and he had to snap himself out of it as he found himself gazing at the younger man. It was quiet between them, all the tension dissipating in that moment. And all Brock's feelings went from angry to vulnerable, as his doe orbs met Brian's for the umpteenth time in that short moment. "Stay with me?" It came out in a whisper, but he wanted Brian, and he couldn't let him go anymore after this. The Irishman only nodded, agreeing to stay with his boyfriend.

"Are you sure?" Brian inquired thoughtfully, but Moo knew that he needed him to stay or he was going to fall apart even more. The older man only nodded, and Terroriser gave a slight smile. "Really?" He didn't want to invade Moo's space at all, it felt like the right thing to do to make sure he really was okay with it.

"Yes. Stay with me."

They shared a quick kiss before Brian mumbled, "Always."