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Oh my heart....
Two incredibly intelligent men who just happen to talk differently than most people? Together? I’m sold...
“He needs help?” Brian asked, his head tilting as he walked into the dining room where John was sat at the table, a flurry of uni work surrounding him. His tongue was jutting out of the corner of his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed. He tapped his pencil against the wood of the table, a hand hovering above his calculator, waiting to type in some numbers.
He jumped when Brian entered the room but nodded, his eyes pleading. “John needs help. Differential Calculus,” he said, frowning. Brian could only smile, his fingers flicking as he took a seat next to John. John was usually a math whiz, but the more advanced branches of calculus always took him for a wild ride of confusion and hundreds of scratch sheets of paper.
Luckily, calculus was Brian’s specialty.
He took one look at John’s homework and chuckled. “Oh. It is not being easy for him because he is being using wrong equation. He should be needing to switch F and E and maybe he does do better,” Brian said, taking John’s pencil to rewrite the correct equation.
John looked at the paper for a minute before giggling. Oops. “Too many letters,” John said as his cheeks went pink, taking the pencil back to try that question again, hopefully correctly this time. “Sorry, Brian. Thank you, Brian.”
Brian grinned and kissed his cheek, getting up to go do what he originally came into the dining room for. “He let me know if he is doing another struggle, okay?” Brian said, waiting until John nodded before scurrying off.
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“Oh no. He is confused,” Brian said to himself, looking at the washing machine that seemed to have just breathed it’s last breath. It wasn’t terribly new or old. Why did it suddenly stop mid cycle?
“Loud noise. What happened?” John said as he peeked his head into the laundry room, attracted over by the loud mechanical clang he heard.
Brian looked at him, his eyes big. “Put in another load. It did make a noise and it did being stopped. Not sure.” He was a little nervous. This was the time he did laundry and if he were to be postponed due to having to get a new laundry machine, Brian would be thoroughly cross.
John hummed before walking over to the washer, pushing it away from the wall so he could see the back panel.
“Brian get John’s tool box, please?” he asked, his mind already working through potential issues.
Brian ran off to get the toolkit, hurrying back. Time was of the essence!
With ease, John popped off the panel and went to work. He chirped to himself as he replaced a screw here and tightened something there. It took him 15 minutes before the washer sprung back to life, finishing it’s cycle.
Brian cheered and clapped, John only smiling coyly.
“He did make a good job!” Brian said, more happy laundry time was continuing on schedule.
“John not find it hard,” John said, reorganizing his tool box before he gave Brian a quick hug, scampering away to finish whatever he was doing before he heard that loud bang.
