Who: Lyle and Fisher
What: Brother talking
Where: Lyle's apartment
Rating: PG 13
Fisher was winning at Marvel vs. Capcom, and Lyle was not very happy about that. In fact he was getting kind of pissed. Fisher had always sucked at video games, and the fact that he was kicking so much ass right now was unsettling. Growling, Lyle tossed down the controller, plunking his feet up on the coffee table. "Ugh," he grunted. "Forget that game. It sucks anyway."
Smirking, Fisher turned off the console, placed the remote on the coffee table and tucked his feet up beneath himself. It was good to have Lyle talking, and even better still having him talking to Fisher. If Lyle was pitching fits about video games, it meant that he was comfortable around Fisher, which meant he didn't hate him. "Can I talk to you about something?" he asked softly, resting his elbow on the back of the couch, temple rested against his fist.
Giving a glare, Lyle shrugged. "Guess so. If you have to."
"I wanted to talk about you and... your um... roommate." His eyes cast a gaze toward the grow room, where he could faintly here Nico rummaging around.
Scoffing, Lyle folded his arms over his chest. He had been waiting for something like this, and sure enough Fisher was not disappointing. "He's my boyfriend, Fisher. I know you think you've got the monopoly on all the homos in this place, but get over it."
"Would you shut up?" Fisher growled sourly, frowning. "I'm serious."
"Fine, whatever. What."
"Look, Lyle... I know you're not gay." A hand shot up, cutting off Lyle's reply before one could be made. "Shut up and let me finish. I know you're not gay. But I also know that, well... I mean life doesn't always fit into the labels we give ourselves, or that other people give us. Sometimes you have to find happiness wherever you can, especially when shit gets complicated. And I get that, you know?" A hand raked through his hair, which was badly in need of cutting, fingers grabbing hold of the dark tresses. "But sometimes it's... well..." He sighed, giving Lyle a look and then gazing off toward the room where Nico was. "I've been him before. I've been the guy that a straight guy falls for, because I was different than everything he knew. I was new, and I didn't ask anything of him, and I just... accomodated. I was easy to love. I didn't ask anything of him." His eyes moved back to Lyle, his look full of meaning. And the way Lyle was looking back, surprised but trying to hide it, said everything Fisher needed to know. So he continued. "Every one of those relationships ended because, once the comfortable change was old, and the newness and excitement of something different wore off, he realized that I wasn't what he wanted. Because no matter how much any of them might have cared about me, none of them loved me. They loved the idea of me, and what I could do for them, but not me. And they all realized that, really, they were straight. And some guy that gave them relief from real life for awhile wasn't what they wanted. And I got hurt." Pausing again, Fisher looked at his brother, really looked at him, his gray eyes sad. "I've been Nico before, and it always ended badly. I always got hurt. And I just... I don't want you to hurt him just because you need a break from your life."
Lyle was quiet for a long, long time. He stared back at his brother, face blank. The fact of the matter was, much to Lyle's dismay, Fisher raised a really good point. Lyle knew he was straight. But he did care about Nico, a lot. A lot more than he had thought he ever could care about another guy. So what did that mean, exactly? What if his brother was right, and once Lyle got this phase out of his system, once he rejoined life the way he needed to, he wouldn't care so much anymore? Could it really be that superficial without him even knowing it?
"I don't like him just because of what he does for me," he said finally, getting to his feet and avoiding Fisher's gaze. "I like him because of who he is."
"I know you do," Fisher agreed softly. "But just think about it, okay? If you're not completely sure that you want him, then the best thing you can do is to just not do this to him." Standing up as well, Fisher gave his brother a half smile, and ruffled his hair a little. "He seems like a nice enough guy, even if he is kinda odd. Just don't break his heart because you're broken, okay?"
All Lyle could do was nod as Fisher walked away, going to the spare bedroom and shutting the door behind him. Fisher was right, Lyle needed to think about this. He didn't want to hurt Nico, he never wanted to do that. But it was very possible that he would.