Rorie sat in the bathroom, just taking his time. He wasn't crying, just. . . Sitting on the toilet with the lid down while he rested his face on his arms that were folded on the sink counter. He really did feel like an idiot. How could he have such a good day without something going wrong? It seemed it was his lot in life to always be the one to fuck things up when they were going well. So much for a wedding, so much for a marriage, so much for a happy family. If it upset Garret, Rorie knew he'd always pull back. It didn't matter if Garret said it was alright, that he would deal, Rorie would always put Garret first. So they were probably discussing that there wasn't going to be any changes and while Rorie felt left out, it was his own fault for going to the bathroom and he knew it.
Mal reached out to hold Garret's hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss the knuckles softly. "That's fine, love. It is. But do you really want to be in a relationship, under the same roof even, with two boyfriends who are practically strangers to each other? I would think that would be stressful for you." Mal was deliberately avoiding thinking about anything more permanent. He was going to have to do some serious thinking later on when no one was around. "You've got two men who like to make you happy. Who are in love with you. Why so insecure?"
Insecurity was one of those things that couldn't be explained. Logic did not ease it, nothing assuaged it until it was good and ready to go. Garret had no recent reason to worry that either Mal or Rorie would walk away from him, but he did just the same. "I don't know," he said quietly, glad to be holding the hound's hand. "It's not something I can just... explain. Not in a way that will make sense, least of all to you." He didn't mean it as an insult, but Mal did not understand human emotions when they were simple. The more complex ones were hopeless. Sighing, Garret leaned forward, forehead resting on Mal's shoulder. "I want you to do it," he said after a moment. "Go out with him. See where it goes. I want you to."
Mal managed to hold back rolling his eyes. Garret liked to think that he couldn't understand emotions, and while that may be true, it shouldn't stop someone from trying to explain. Mal was more than intelligent; there was no reason why he couldn't figure something out. He just didn't see emotion as beneficial. Shrugging his shoulder, just for the amusement of watching Garret's head bounce, Mal smirked, "I'll think about it."
"You should have seen him before," Garret mused, breaking into a smile similar to one he'd been wearing when they'd arrived. "He was just lit up, and happy, he looked so damn beautiful. I haven't seen him like that in a long time." Turning his face up, he kissed the side of Mal's neck, adding a little nip at the end. "I'd do anything for him, and he wants this more than anything. But I'd do anything for you, too. I know what he wants. What do you want?"
Feeling a bit calmer, less like an idiot, Rorie stood and splashed some cold water on his face taking a moment to just breath before grabbing a towel and drying his face off. Sighing, he looked at himself in the mirror. A scraggly looking beard of sorts was starting to show up because he hadn't shaved that week, while his hair was in it's usual pushed back state. At least he didn't look twelve. Opening the door, he went back out to the others, seeing Garret and Mal leaning against each other sort of. There was a pang of jealousy and thoughts that Garret had gotten what he wanted, that there was no dating and Mal and relented. . . Or something like that. "Hey," he said softly taking a seat next to Garret, but with