exmptfromsanity (exmptfromsanity) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2008-04-19 00:22:00 |
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Brian glared at Tulson. His daughter had a broken arm, and he would rather fuck Brian than go and make sure she was okay.
Brian had been through that once. He’d sat in the emergency room for four hours with a sprained ankle waiting for his parents to show up and sign off on the x-rays and pain meds. In the end it had been Deb who signed for them.
This man was an account. Just business. His daughter was worth more than that.
And so was Gus, Brian peeled out of the parking lot, heading toward Lindsay and Mel’s.
106
“When it comes to taking care of people, knowing what you need even better than you do, he’s a fucking Picasso.”
Debbie’s words echoed back as Emmett watched Brian drag Michael out onto the dance floor.
She was right, Michael took care of everyone except himself but Brian certainly didn’t help matters. The look on David’s face said that he was almost through trying.
Emmett would be damned if Brian was going to keep him from being happy.
“Kay, Dr. Feel-Good, let me see you shake that groove thing,” he invited, dragging David out onto the floor to cut in.
107
“How would you like to go away with me for the weekend?”
Those twelve words scared the shit out of Michael. He literally felt every muscle in his body tense and silently prayed that David wouldn’t notice. Shit, that’s right, he was a chiropractor.
But with David that close to him, mumbling assurances, he relaxed again almost immediately, color rising in his cheeks.
Grinning, David leaned in to kiss him again.
“Say yes, you little asshole, or I’ll disown you.”
And as David started laughing, taking her humor in stride, it started to feel right. Maybe he wasn’t so scared.