āCĀ“mon Brother, look at meā Jack whispers.
āAre you in the headspace to receive information that could possibly hurt you-ā
Dennis shoves an elbow into his side.
āKnock it off. We all know you two have been in love for like 50 years, just get it over withā
The stares he gets in return are almost comical, two sets of widened eyes and open mouths.
āWha-Whitaker!ā Robby barks, flushing lobster red.
āDonĀ“t get bossy with me now old man, youĀ“ve gotten yourself into this situation, be grateful IĀ“m helping you get out of it."
āWe have what the kids would call a situationshipā Jack proclaims proudly, ignoring the death stare Dennis sends his way.
āOh my god, you annoying bastardsā the younger man replies, before grabbing the back of their heads with surprising strength.
He shoves their faces together unceremoniously, experiencing only a slight resistance.
They seem hesitant, almost shy when their lips touch and even though theyĀ“d never admit it for fear of sounding like foolish teenagers, butterflies explode in their stomachs.
Years, decades of pent-up emotion culminate in this moment and all hell breaks loose.
Dennis barely has time to duck out of the way as Jack tackles Robby,
