The night was quiet in its early hours, air reeking of pizza and other miscellaneous takeout food items that Brock had ordered for the evening. It had been a draining night after all. After the confrontation with Brian, Moo hadn't felt like cooking anymore. He was physically and emotionally disheveled, completely worn out from the events that happened earlier. He still couldn't wrap his head around everything, even after letting it settle into his bones, and it made him get a migraine. He couldn't make his eyes focus on the television in front of him as he laid in Brian's lap, the younger man running nimble fingers through his short tufts of hair. He had to admit, it was nice having the Irishman here, but still, after everything, Brock was skeptical at best. His trust from Brian had been completely shattered, and just like broken glass, you couldn't put it back together.

However, even in the quiet, Terroriser could tell what Brock was thinking, what he was feeling... Just by his body language and the way he was acting. He was silent, breathing off, and he was trying not to touch Brian if he couldn't help it. It felt strange. The younger man could read his best friend like a book, and sometimes, that scared the hell out of him. He wanted nothing more than to just move passed this, but he knew, much to his digress, it would take nothing but time. This was a hurt that he couldn't repair by himself.

A sigh escaped Brian's lips in the dark living room, and he shifted his weight on the couch, "You're still thinking about it aren't you?" But honestly, he didn't blame Brock for drawing inwards on himself, for being a prisoner of his own thoughts. It took him a long time to open up to Brian, to let his full self be exposed. And now, all that trust was gone, all that openness had retracted. Brian knew he would have to coax Brock back open again, which was proving to be a difficult task already. They had eaten food, and retreated to the couch to watch a movie, where not another word was spoken. Brock was too busy thinking, and Brian was too busy trying to figure out what was going on in Brock's head.

Brock didn't even turn to look at Brian, he only continued his concentration of the man's fingers entering and exiting his hair. "I can't help it." He stated numbly, the wound still fresher than ever. It was honest and raw... "It's not like I'll be able to just forget about it." His voice was low, and he couldn't help but to let Brian's words from earlier enter his mind. The Irishman had told him that he loved him, but did he mean it? Brock was questioning everything he thought he knew now because of the heartbreak. But honestly, it was the only logical thing to do. He had to be cautious, be careful, because even though he reciprocated Brian's love, he had to be wary, had to be alert. Heartbreak was not a feeling he wanted to feel again any time soon.

"I'm sorry." The younger man said for what felt like the umpteenth time that night. How many more times would he have to say it?

Moo turned his head slightly so that he was finally looking up at Brian through his lashes. "You don't have to keep saying sorry." Again, voice was low, emotionless, just trying to be calm for the sake of his sanity.

"Yeah... But I feel like I have to, like I should, you know?" He answered, stopping his ministrations with his hands if only for a few moments. His timbre was soft, a murmur in the dark living room while the television played almost quietly in the background. "We can talk about it... If you want, if you think it'll make you feel better." He suggested. All in all, Brian did still feel bad about the whole ordeal, he felt bad for hurting Brock, his Brocky, and he would do anything he could to take it all back. He wished it didn't have to happen like this, but it did, and now they had to focus on building their relationship back up from the ground. Trust, communication, and reciprocity would be the foundation, and those things were essential, especially now.

The older man nodded after he thought about it for a few seconds. He did have a few questions, and he felt like he rightly deserved the answers. "How long have you known her?" He inquired. "And please, be honest with me, Brian." He knew these questions would probably only cause him to hurt more, but he was curious, he wanted to know these things. And maybe, if he had all the information, he would be at a peace of mind knowing he had all the truth. That is, if Brian chose to tell the truth. Either way, it could go sideways.

Brian wracked his brain for an answer, "To be honest, my family has known her family pretty much all my life... But I didn't officially meet her until I started college. We had a class together, I helped her sometimes when she needed it." He explained, crystal eyes melting into Brock's darker ones. Her name was never spoken, and he never went into detail about anything he thought would cause Brock pain. "My dad brought it up one day that we were going to school together, and he said I should take her out, so I did... Well, and that was when you and I first started getting to know each other, I didn't think anything of it." He finished. "But since then, I've been trapped, Brock. And it's hard to tell people that. But it was never serious, I promise you that." A lump was growing in his throat, and he didn't like the way he was feeling. He'd never told anyone these things before.

"Trapped?" Moo was confused. "Trapped as in...?"

Brian couldn't help but to let a stiff laugh out, "Trapped as in my father is making me marry her." It was shocking when it came out of his lips; almost taboo. Saying it out loud was strange, and Terroriser couldn't believe that he was stuck in this situation. It was embarrassing, he felt. "I just... I didn't know what to do. I just thought I'd be able to get out of it but you know, I-" He was rambling now, frazzled.

"I just can't believe... All these years we've been friends, and it never came up once?" The older man interrupted him surprised. It almost sounded like Brian was trying to tell him an obscene lie, but why would someone lie about something like that? Brock had no choice but to find truth in his words, and he felt bad for the younger man. But he also felt bad because Brian never confided in him when they were supposed to be there for each other.

"Like I said," Brian began. "It wasn't a big deal. She didn't mean anything, she never did."

"But you told Tom?"

"He asked what my plans were for LA, and it must have slipped out." He answered. In truth, he was kind of glad it came out. It started the slippery slope, put everything in motion so that he was forced to confront his problems. Now they were all out, now he could deal with them as needed. He could finally be with Brock, he could finally be happy. "And I'm sorry it had to happen like this Brock... I just never expected us to... You know?" He rubbed the back of his neck as he rambled. "But I promise you, you're my number one priority now. I've never felt this way about anyone before." He continued, and Brock drank in his words happily, humming with a small smile.

Brock was taken aback, "I guess... I just need some time." He waited before he spoke again, with an odd question. "Is she going to be okay when you tell her you want to be with someone else?" The older man asked, knowing that she was probably going to get hurt from all of this as well. It was never a good situation when heartbreak was involved, and after all, from Brian's words, they had been together for some time.

Brian nodded, "She'll be alright... It's my parents that I'm worried about, but I'll make do. As long as I have you, everything will be fine." He gave a cheeky grin, eyes lighting up in the darkness, and right there in that moment, Brock concluded that despite everything that they had been through, despite all the hardships and struggles in their short relationship, he was happy. This is what he wanted, and this is where he wanted to be with Brian. Only time would give way to the conclusion, and he hoped it would be a happy one for both of their sake. It was quiet between them for a moment again, the only sound was the muffled noises of the TV, until Brian spoke again after some time. "Is that all that was on your mind?" He inquired.

Brock could feel his face warming up, heat pooling to his cheeks as he laid in his boyfriend's lap. He did have one more question, but he was slightly embarrassed to say it out loud. "I did have one more question..." He trailed off, burying his face in Brian's thighs, hiding there, avoiding his gaze. The younger man just nodded, as if encouraging him to go out. "Did you sleep with her?" Brock deadpanned. And he didn't know why he asked that question, whether it was sheer jealously, or just pure curiosity, but he wanted to know. Plus, he and Brian were being completely open and honest with each other, so that gave him courage to say what was on his mind.

The Irishman couldn't help but to let out a small chuckle, "No, we never did anything together Brocky." He answered, and the older man let out a sigh of relief that he didn't know he was holding in. And this time, it was Brian's turn to blush, his pale cheeks pink in color. "Believe it or not, I've never been with anybody in that way." He concluded. "I want it to be with someone I love." Brock didn't know what to say at that, because he definitely didn't take Brian for that type of guy. Even if they were best friends, they had never openly discussed their sex lives with each other, that was something that guy friends just didn't do. But now, in a relationship with one another, it seemed kind of vital.

"Thank you, for being honest with me." The older man said.

"I mean, after everything? You deserve at least that." Brian replied, leaning down to kiss his boyfriend gently on the forehead.

"Brian?" Brock asked.

"Hm?"

Brock hesitated before he spoke, "Did you mean it when you said you loved me earlier?"

"Of course I did Brocky, I'll mean it every time." Brian answered in a heartbeat.

The older man let a smile grace his face, "In that case, I love you too." They remained on the couch for a little while longer, same movie still flashing on the screen in front of them. Brock, drifting in and out of sleep, eyes heavy and tired from the day's events. It wasn't until Brian shook his shoulder and asked him to come to bed when he realized how late it was. But he went, reluctantly, to his bedroom in the back of the house, Brian following right behind him. They crawled into bed together, and into each other's arms. And for right now, they were happy in their own little world, but Brian knew it was only a matter of time before hell and havoc came crashing down on them.