Reality Check; The second chapter

Chapter 5

(btw, this is set like a manga so because the last one stopped at four, this one starts on five.)

"SMG4, Baby, can you please pick up my meds?" SMG3 said, muffled from the bedroom.

SMG4 stopped. SMG3 still wasn't up? He thought SMG3 was at the cafe. "Why aren't you at work..?" There was radio silence, the occasional scream from Mario, probably because either Meggy or Willie were threatening him. 

"..."

"SMG3."

"I haven't been taking my testosterone, okay?" 

SMG4 opened the door, walking over to his and Three's crappy futon. "Why?" SMG3 pulled SMG4 down, resting his head in his lap. "Because I'm a real man! I shouldn't have to take it!" SMG4 sighed. 

"I know...it's not very fair, is it?" SMG4 hugged him, kissing his head. SMG3 just slumped against him. "This is bull! Uhgggg!" SMG4 reached into the drawer to grab the pill bottle, and came across an empty tube. 

"I thought you said you didn't take them?"

"I didn't."

"Wha..???"

"I said I needed more!"

"If you didn't take them, where'd they go?"

"..." 

SMG4 sat up and he held SMG3's upper arms. "SMG3." SMG4 was so close to shaking the shit out of his husband. 

"Fine! I...sold them!"

"SMG3! You know you-...I'm going to get more. Stay here. Behave." 

SMG3 knew SMG4 loved him unconditionally, but damn...he also knew he could get on his nerves. He also knew SMG4 was still gentle, he just didn't treat him like glass anymore.

He's fine now.

Suurrreeee...if 'THAT' didn't happen SMG3 probably would still be SMG4's enemy. Maybe just friends.

Damn, it was bad...but SMG3 sure would go through it again to be able to have SMG4 like he does now.

"SMG3...! Uhh...can you help me with a case???" Willie called from the next room over. 

"What kind of case?"

"Uhh...just come here." 

SMG3 rolled off the bed, appearing in the doorway.

"This one is about a little girl, name's Nina...her dad was found guilty of touching her...and before we could do anything else, she disappeared."

"...You're one of the smartest people I know...ASIDE FROM NOT SOLVING MY CASE...I think you can figure it out."

Willie put her head down. She did every time that topic came up.

"I'm still sorry. I-I tried...I really did...I w-wanted to help, I did..." 

SMG3 felt sorry, sorry he kept prying into her about it. He knew she did. One of the reasons she became friends was she kept falling asleep working him case.

She covered her face with her hands, and she set her glasses down. 

"H-hey!...No...ugh"

He pulled her close, his chin on the top of her head. 

"I didn't mean it. You're great at what you do and you poured your heart in trying to bring me peace."

Willie nodded and mumbled something incoherent. She pulled back and put her glasses back on, looking at SMG3.

SMG3 looked back at her.

"When did you get grey hairs..?" 

"You know, I have no idea. I totally don't have a life full of death and rape, that can't be a factor."

"That's!-..that makes sense."

"Now I get to ask you a question! Why do you take testosterone?"

"Genetic thing. I'm a boy, but I wasn't born with enough. If I don't take it, I get all high pitched and my hair disappears, and other shit, like reverse puberty." 

"My turn! Why do you need me?"

Willie cleared her throat, shifting herself from silly friend mode to detective Machen mode.

"If you got raped when you were younger, where would you go?"

SMG3 thought. This didn't offend him. he's done this before. 

"I'd need to see where she lived..."

"We can go tomorrow."

SMG3 didn't know it was just his eyes, or if Willie flashed a twisted grin.