OH MAN. I have so much canon in my head about these two, it's hard to know where to start. I wrote this, which is five times they didn't use words to communicate, so I could write you the one time they did?
It's really fucking early. No, scratch that, it's not even early, it's late, still. Brian fumbles for his phoe and tries to get his head together enough to swear but mostly fails, answering the phone with "Bwah?"
"Hey," Bob says. "Sorry." He sounds really exhausted, too, which makes no sense, because--no, Brian can't remember where they are right now. Not his job to know anymore.
Brian sits up, nearly falling out of bed. If Bob's calling right now, there's something going on. Unlike his lead singer, Bob doesn't wake Brian up if he can help it. "What's up, Bryar?"
"I just," Bob clears his throat and tries again. "I just, you know I love you, right?"
And yeah, Brian knows that, even if they never say it. "I do know that," he says, tone gentling from the just-woke-up grouchiness that was there before. Bob sounds really sad, which is weird as fuck. "I know that, idiot, of course. What brought this on?"
"We, well, we don't say it. And I'm a little drunk, and really fucking far away, and I just--"
"I get it," Brian says, switching his grip on the phone. "You'll be home in two weeks, remember?"
Bob breathes for a second, and Brian grins.
"Remember how I can't see you nodding over the phone?"
"Shut up." But Bob's sounding like himself again. "Sorry about the sap."
Brian bites down hard on his hand to try not to say what he's about to say. Fails, of course. "I don't actually mind." Dammit.
Bob's laughing now. "I knew it."
"Watch it or I'll send you the most giant stuffed teddy bear in all of Asia."
"Whatever, I can take it." And that's definitely something else, there. Brian loves their not-so-secret code phrases.
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Date: 2009-09-13 11:40 pm (UTC)It's really fucking early. No, scratch that, it's not even early, it's late, still. Brian fumbles for his phoe and tries to get his head together enough to swear but mostly fails, answering the phone with "Bwah?"
"Hey," Bob says. "Sorry." He sounds really exhausted, too, which makes no sense, because--no, Brian can't remember where they are right now. Not his job to know anymore.
Brian sits up, nearly falling out of bed. If Bob's calling right now, there's something going on. Unlike his lead singer, Bob doesn't wake Brian up if he can help it. "What's up, Bryar?"
"I just," Bob clears his throat and tries again. "I just, you know I love you, right?"
And yeah, Brian knows that, even if they never say it. "I do know that," he says, tone gentling from the just-woke-up grouchiness that was there before. Bob sounds really sad, which is weird as fuck. "I know that, idiot, of course. What brought this on?"
"We, well, we don't say it. And I'm a little drunk, and really fucking far away, and I just--"
"I get it," Brian says, switching his grip on the phone. "You'll be home in two weeks, remember?"
Bob breathes for a second, and Brian grins.
"Remember how I can't see you nodding over the phone?"
"Shut up." But Bob's sounding like himself again. "Sorry about the sap."
Brian bites down hard on his hand to try not to say what he's about to say. Fails, of course. "I don't actually mind." Dammit.
Bob's laughing now. "I knew it."
"Watch it or I'll send you the most giant stuffed teddy bear in all of Asia."
"Whatever, I can take it." And that's definitely something else, there. Brian loves their not-so-secret code phrases.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I've got the room to myself for a bit."
"Get comfortable, then."