Bret
The tension that had been building around Bret didn’t diminish in the least when Mark started his reply. If anything, it reached a sharp peak and left the mortal gripping the edge of the table so hard his knuckles were bone-white and his nails digging into wood. It was better than launching across the table and punching a god in the face, which was really what he wanted to do at the moment. He didn’t see a single thing wrong with this whole situation - two parents so absolutely gleeful at driving their son to the point of tears - did he? Disgust surpassed anger and Bret was left staring at Mark more than Marijuana with a burning glare. This was bullshit, he thought. These people weren’t fit to be parents of anyone, much less someone like Tommy who was so new to everything that was going on around him, still so unsure of how the right ways to act were.
He gave a nod to Tommy at the request and was on his way to standing up, glad that they were going to get the hell out of there finally, when Marijuana cut in. And all he could do after that was stare in abject horror the god. This was beyond unethical, it was cruel. There was absolutely nothing redeeming about these two men, were there. Bret sent an accusing glance towards Glibt - after all, he was gearing up to marry one of them - and reached for Tommy long before he started to go slack. His glare only burned hotter at the weak plea in his boyfriend’s voice and, in a moment, he had Tommy up on his feet, their fingers laced together.
With his free hand, Bret pulled a crumpled $50 bill out of his pocket - far more than their drinks cost, but he couldn’t be bothered to get out correct change - and tossed it on the table, reaching next for his cell phone. “Anything you want,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Tommy’s forehead as he dialed the phone and casually clicked on the speaker.
“Are you still down the block?” he asked the moment the ringing stopped.
“I am,” came a very familiar voice on the end.
“Well, you were absolutely right,” Bret said flatly, expression drawn thin. He held the phone out a little so all three men could hear what Harvey said next.
“Unfortunately, I’m not surprised. While at this point I doubt you would bother - other than to continue to make him miserable - the three of you don’t have to worry about Tommy. Furthermore, until he’s ready, you’ll get to him over my quite literal dead body. Bret, I’ll be out front in a minute.”
“Thanks, Harv.”
Bret clicked the phone closed and shoved it back in his pocket. “There, now you know. Don’t waste your precious time looking.” And sliding an arm around Tommy’s waist, Bret made his way towards the door of the restaurant, still trying to fend off the desire to hit something. He just wanted to be out of sight so he could turn his attention onto Tommy and make sure that he would be okay. Forget the rest; Bret didn’t care about anything beyond making sure that Tommy wasn’t going to completely fall apart after all of this.