Brendan hadn't meant to tear up while in the liquor store, but he did. Staring at all the champagne bottles, the heart decorations, everything, he just felt himself get weepy all of a sudden and put his hand over his mouth to hide a slight frown, brows furrowing as he fought the tears. It was just so much stress built up, so much pain over the last few months, and now he was buying champagne for a nice dinner in? He took a breath. He wasn't going to be the mess in aisle three, thank you. He needed to have this nice dinner, he really did. He just wanted to feel wanted for a bit. Brendan wasn't usually needy, but he had been forced to be every step of the way this relationship. And he just wanted to be wanted. And even with William being better about that, he still had months of having his ego worked over like a punching bag. But, he had faith that William would make it up to him. Somehow, the man would.

Grabbing a bottle, he took a breath and headed to the check out, smiling for the woman at the cash. They chatted a bit, her asking if he had special plans, him saying just a dinner at home, and sharing hope that she had some hot sex lined up. She said she hoped the same for him with a smile, and he felt better. He took the champagne, blew her a kiss, and was off.

Getting home, he pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, having taken to locking it when he went out now because of Carson. He kicked off his shoes and the smell of the candles hit him as he furrowed his brow, "William?" He called as he unzipped his coat and walked into the living room, seeing the lights turned down and his lover on the coach. He smiled faintly and drew his eyebrows together, "Hey you," He noticed the effort, alright. The aesthetics. And he felt himself tearing up again. This time for a good reason.

"I got the champagne."