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For as empatetic as he was attempting to be, Matt really had no idea how difficult it must have been for his friend to come clean about the fact that his ex had taken enjoyment out of beating the shit out of him. That was something you never heard about, men being the abused rather than being the abuser. It was a stigma really, that was something that didn't happen... men weren't abused, especially not by women. They were supposed to be smaller, weaker there was no way; but that was where the problem lied because it did happen. Brian was living proof of that, and he feels his stomach twist slightly at the realization that none of them had any idea that this was happening. It had been covered up well enough, and for all Matt knew, she had only been hitting him in places that he would naturally cover up... or he'd had some sort of excuse for it otherwise.
Brian's next statement all but proved the fact that he'd held back in talking to anyone about it because he didn't want to appear weak. It was something that was drilled into all of their heads as boys, be tough, don't cry all that... Matt himself was a prime example of that. Especially since he'd sort of taken on the protective older brother role in the band, Johnny was their gnome and no one else was allowed to pick on him, Jimmy was a tough ass motherfucker but sensitive and he'd punch your teeth in for making him cry. Now, that he knew some of the pain that Brian had been holding onto, it gave him all the more reason to look after the guitarist as well.
"Dude, I don't think that makes you a pussy at all. You did the stand up thing, you know? Not going down that road and sinking down to her level which... you know, she'd probably have ended up turning it around on you somehow since she's obviously that kind of person. Honestly, none of us would think that about you, but I get why you didn't want to talk about it."
At the mention of whether or not Brian wanted to date men, Matt happened to notice that his eyes widened ever so slightly; not enough for it to be obvious that he would have seen it had he not already been so close. The light from the lamp beside them didn't give off enough that he was able to pick up on the rosy blush that rose into the guitarist's cheeks, but it seemed as though his comment had taken him off guard at least. And when he started almost stuttering, saying that he hadn't really thought about it for a split second Matt wondered if he'd made the wrong assumption.
"Sorry if I jumped the gun on you, that just seemed the most logical step from what I understood... but yea, no I get what you mean. There are some insanely attractive people out there, of both sexes."
Matt allows himself to be pulled into the awkward hug, he drapes his arm across Brian in some fashion and hugs back, finding a small smile forming on his face pushing back the deep frown that had taken up residence.
"You're welcome Brian, and in case you didn't know... you can always talk to me. About anything, and I'll listen." He laughs softly before continuing. "I know what you mean, second opinion and all that. I don't doubt you love Jimmy as much as I do, but I can imagine it gets exhausting being the confidant for literally everybody. Can give him a break from time to time."
As they begin to separate from their awkward hug, somehow or another Matt finds himself rolling foreword and his chest was once again flush with Brian's only not in a way that he expected. He was leaning over him, the guitarist's back was against the bed and.. well this was rather compromising wasn't it?
"It's... it's okay..." Matt says softly and finds that he's feeling a bit lightheaded. Probably because of the alcohol... had to be. It had nothing to do with the fact that their faces were mere inches from one another. He could smell the scent of Brian's shampoo and clean skin. He pursed his lips together briefly as he felt the arm slip away from his neck, giving him the option to move if he liked and yet... he stayed.
"I uh- I didn't figure you did." the singer replied, one of his arms bracing himself as much as he could given the positioning. "I'm feeling a little wobbly too, guess the liquor is making it's way through my system."
Fearless Brian wasn't someone he had expected to encounter tonight, then again happily buzzed Matt who was currently admiring his friend's jawline wasn't something he'd expected either. But here they were, laying close together on a bed and Brian was reaching out slurring something about a crumb before tracing his thumb against the singer's bottom lip; it shifting and moving under the tender caress.
There was no bread crumb, that fact Matt most was certain of. He'd not eaten anything recently, which likely attributed to the alcohol coursing strongly though his system more than usual. Not to mention the fact that he'd just gotten a shower. Had Brian just used that as an excuse to touch him? No... he wouldn't have done that. Happily buzzed going on drunk Matt somehow knew at the slow rate was processing things in his mind - he wouldn't be able to prove it. But would it have been so bad if he was? Perhaps again, because of the alcohol he was finding himself transfixed by Brian's dark eyes when they finally locked gazes. His heart began thumping against his rib cage, and without thinking about it, he tilted his head slightly into Brian's hand that rested upon his cheek. That was a question for future Matt he eventually decided.
"Thanks for that... I... don't know where that came from..."
Brian's next statement all but proved the fact that he'd held back in talking to anyone about it because he didn't want to appear weak. It was something that was drilled into all of their heads as boys, be tough, don't cry all that... Matt himself was a prime example of that. Especially since he'd sort of taken on the protective older brother role in the band, Johnny was their gnome and no one else was allowed to pick on him, Jimmy was a tough ass motherfucker but sensitive and he'd punch your teeth in for making him cry. Now, that he knew some of the pain that Brian had been holding onto, it gave him all the more reason to look after the guitarist as well.
"Dude, I don't think that makes you a pussy at all. You did the stand up thing, you know? Not going down that road and sinking down to her level which... you know, she'd probably have ended up turning it around on you somehow since she's obviously that kind of person. Honestly, none of us would think that about you, but I get why you didn't want to talk about it."
At the mention of whether or not Brian wanted to date men, Matt happened to notice that his eyes widened ever so slightly; not enough for it to be obvious that he would have seen it had he not already been so close. The light from the lamp beside them didn't give off enough that he was able to pick up on the rosy blush that rose into the guitarist's cheeks, but it seemed as though his comment had taken him off guard at least. And when he started almost stuttering, saying that he hadn't really thought about it for a split second Matt wondered if he'd made the wrong assumption.
"Sorry if I jumped the gun on you, that just seemed the most logical step from what I understood... but yea, no I get what you mean. There are some insanely attractive people out there, of both sexes."
Matt allows himself to be pulled into the awkward hug, he drapes his arm across Brian in some fashion and hugs back, finding a small smile forming on his face pushing back the deep frown that had taken up residence.
"You're welcome Brian, and in case you didn't know... you can always talk to me. About anything, and I'll listen." He laughs softly before continuing. "I know what you mean, second opinion and all that. I don't doubt you love Jimmy as much as I do, but I can imagine it gets exhausting being the confidant for literally everybody. Can give him a break from time to time."
As they begin to separate from their awkward hug, somehow or another Matt finds himself rolling foreword and his chest was once again flush with Brian's only not in a way that he expected. He was leaning over him, the guitarist's back was against the bed and.. well this was rather compromising wasn't it?
"It's... it's okay..." Matt says softly and finds that he's feeling a bit lightheaded. Probably because of the alcohol... had to be. It had nothing to do with the fact that their faces were mere inches from one another. He could smell the scent of Brian's shampoo and clean skin. He pursed his lips together briefly as he felt the arm slip away from his neck, giving him the option to move if he liked and yet... he stayed.
"I uh- I didn't figure you did." the singer replied, one of his arms bracing himself as much as he could given the positioning. "I'm feeling a little wobbly too, guess the liquor is making it's way through my system."
Fearless Brian wasn't someone he had expected to encounter tonight, then again happily buzzed Matt who was currently admiring his friend's jawline wasn't something he'd expected either. But here they were, laying close together on a bed and Brian was reaching out slurring something about a crumb before tracing his thumb against the singer's bottom lip; it shifting and moving under the tender caress.
There was no bread crumb, that fact Matt most was certain of. He'd not eaten anything recently, which likely attributed to the alcohol coursing strongly though his system more than usual. Not to mention the fact that he'd just gotten a shower. Had Brian just used that as an excuse to touch him? No... he wouldn't have done that. Happily buzzed going on drunk Matt somehow knew at the slow rate was processing things in his mind - he wouldn't be able to prove it. But would it have been so bad if he was? Perhaps again, because of the alcohol he was finding himself transfixed by Brian's dark eyes when they finally locked gazes. His heart began thumping against his rib cage, and without thinking about it, he tilted his head slightly into Brian's hand that rested upon his cheek. That was a question for future Matt he eventually decided.
"Thanks for that... I... don't know where that came from..."