#eccentricbiologist

When John steps into the living room, Bro slides a piece of paper and a few photographs across the coffee table. The piece of paper, if John looks close enough, is the deed to a house. In Venice. The four photographs are photos of an old Victorian-looking black and white painted house that almost looks like a miniature castle. In the back is a pond surrounded by woods. The pond is surrounded by a metal gate, preventing anyone without a key from getting in or out. Though the house looks a little aged and broken, it certainly has hope in it. A large, handsome, beauty-queen smile stretches across Bro's face and he just waits for John's reaction.

In no time at all, Bro is leaning down to scoop up his boyfriend. Nothing about him looks particularly angry, but he does seem a little on edge. He just wants John to feel better, is that too much to ask? Apparently so. With a nuzzle and a kiss, he brings John up to the roof. Rain falls down in large, heavy droplets. No words are spoken as he sets John down near the edge of the roof. He sits down first, arms up on the railing thing to keep people from falling off, then moves John onto his lap. Still no words are spoken. Just complete, utter silence and rain. But with that utter silence comes sweet, gentle kisses placed against John's skin, coaxing him to calm down, to smile, to be okay again.

He's a fuckup. He's such a fuckup and John is literally, well, seemingly, proposing a second chance. Bro's heart has literally exploded. A second chance is something he's never received. He fixes his shirt and rubs his eyes, making sure they aren't red before absolutely racing out of his room. Thankfully he has his keycard in his pocket, or else he'd be shit out of luck getting back. He still knows John's room, and he knocks on it only twice, and very softly. No need to disturb John.