"Sorry to ruin your fun." He sounded as apologetic as he was, which meant not even a bit. That lifestyle had so many potential triggers for an addict that he was happy to keep TJ as far away as possible. Of course that was impossible when TJ insisted on coming with him.
Travis shook his head. "I got a headache at the school, too. You might not have noticed, but I left the living room. It wasn't that I didn't care. I couldn't take it anymore. I thought... I don't know what I thought. The towers were down, things needed to be done. I dealt with it, and it wasn't as bad, but there weren't as many people as there are at the club."
He laced his fingers with TJ's and squeezed. "If you decide to come with me, then you can't work, because there's no time for you to do the important things like training, which is your primary job, both of yours. We didn't do this so you can babysit me."
"We didn't do it so you can babysit us, either," Doug answered. "And besides, why do we need to make a decision now. He can come this week and then we worry about it next week. It's not like one more week is going to ruin his resume." He wasn't even sure why he was backing TJ up, probably just because he was so used to coming to TJ's support that he didn't even think about whether he agreed or not.
Travis looked at Doug, before turning to TJ again. He stared for a moment, and sighed. "You don't have to do this, but okay, we can go through the week, but you can start looking anyway, get an idea, and if you do find something, then we worry about it." He smiled a little "You're stubborn, but thank you."
Doug groaned as he got up, going to the fridge where the drink of choice was milk or juice. "You two make me want to puke or drink, and not the crap we have in here. I should have fucked that stripper at that bachelor party," he said, shaking his head.