Shocked by the sudden order, Brad froze, staying where he was. Rusty didn't bark at him like that, not unless it was for him to grab another beer. But he had now, which made Brad listen closely, actually listen to what he was saying and not just focus on the good of it and let himself grow hope in a hopeless area. Rusty missed his friend. But that was all he missed- just his friend. Only his friend. Even with Brad looking like a gorgeous, curvy woman, Rusty wasn't interested.
"I just want a good guy," Brad said quietly, turning his face away because he knew he was going to start crying again, he could feel it building in his chest, starting to choke in his throat. "And you're a good guy. That's all. Y-you're not my ideal person, you're not the standard, okay? So you don't have to worry about... about that. I just want a nice person and you're nice and th-that's it." Swallowing, Brad closed his eyes. No crying. Not now. No.