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Drew couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head. Though he knew that his friend did struggle with the occasional anger issues, and the job that he is at is the perfect place for him. “Why else? Maybe ‘cause you got a heart a gold, mate. Everyone knows you’re the best of us” he said with a little grin and a shrug. Drew, Bruce and Caleb made up quite the little group, and though they all had their shortcomings and were doing their best to push past it, everyone knew Bruce was the one with the kindest heart. He was the glue that held them together. He chuckled again at Bruces wink and nodded. “I’ll be sure to pass the message along to Pops,” he teased. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the woman did indeed throw her milkshake and he grinned. “You should know better than to argue against my powers of perception,” he said with his eyebrows raised. “Buuut, because you’re my best mate, I reckon I could you a milkshake anyway when you’re done. Reward you for your hard work.”
Bruce shot him a look in which to say as if. “Yeah right mate” He shook his head with a roarous laugh. The best of them Bruce knew he was hardly that. His violence and occasional rage told him otherwise. The burden that he carried with him every minute of every day. He did like the heart of gold, if someone so close to him thought it... well... Bruce shook the thought from his head. No use thinking about that sorts of things. “Good you do that.” Bruce knew the playful flirty banter was harmless but he couldn’t help but to think what anyone who might be unfortunate enough to overhear them would think. Then again that was the whole reason he had stayed in America wasn’t it? To be able to not care what other people think? “Yeah yeah yeah” Bruce waved a hand at his best pal with a roll of his eyes. “We know you’re the smart one.” His annoyance was all fake seeing as he was mostly just proud of his friend and his accomplishments. Although it would be nice to win against him in a bet at least once but ya know it gave Bruce a goal to keep reaching for. That is at least how Bruce made himself feel better after every loss anyways. At the offer of a milkshake the Big beautiful Aussie grinned brightly swatting over at Drew with the towel in his hand. You have to smack at least one person when you have a nice clean towel after all, before going to clean up the mess at the table. “Make it something good.” Bruce knew full well everything Drew made was good but he could still give him a run for his money. “Good you better pay me something or I’ll report you for unfair labor.”

















