In a rom-comey kinda mood, so I bring you:
There’s an absolutely idiotic event taking place at SDN. Robert would like nothing more than to not participate.
“Basically,” he bores. “It’s like secret Santa. Dispatchers pick a random number, get a hero, spend a week together to ‘create a a stronger and warmer working environment.’ Yay.”
And Robert gets Flambae. Because of course.
“Just to let you know,” Robert catches him just before they head home, already feeling a throbbing headache pulse. “I’m not up for flying. Or karaoke. Or Flambae-related things.”
And Flambae raises a brow. “Bitch, you know you have a say in this, right? What do you even do for fun?”
And it’s always awkward. Trying to scrape together an explanation as to why he has no exact source of enjoyment.
“…I like watching Beef chase after stuff.”
“Fuck. Me too. Man, I really wanted to argue,” he sighs, but that little determined smirk is already on his lips, handsome and broad. “I know exactly what to do with you.”
Robert anticipated a week full of chaos, migraines, and mild to severe death.
Instead, he gets Flambae wakes him up at 6 AM for the farmer’s market.
They fight over radio rights. Flambae sings horrendously when it’s his turn. Robert ends up laughing over the lyrics.
On day two, they go to a dog park.
Beef runs after a pampered poodle with all his rotund might. Flambae chases him for 10 minutes. Robert makes sure to film him trip.
On day three, he learns how to cook dumplings at Flambae’s place.
When he’s done laughing at him, Flambae actually guides his hands into the correct position. They’re warm.
“Why were you so against this thing, anyway?” He murmurs, “I mean, it’s total corporate bullshit, but still.”
He shrugs, trying not to think about how safe he feels, with Flambae’s hands around him, and a nose dusted with flour.
“I just…don’t like the idea of people being stuck with me.“ He thinks of bullets, cold metal, and a death he can’t fix. “No one should have to deal with that.”
And maybe Flambae’s quiet for a second.
Because maybe he’ll never understand Robert, but he does understand that.
“Well, that fucking sucks. Cause I like dealing with you.”
And maybe Robert hopes the end of the week slows down.
