Closer

80.

Seeing Eddy almost run off to the bathroom like he had when they were just fuck buddies hurt, even though he knew it was his own fault.

"Eddy, please," he tried to call after him, but got no reply. He pulled up his pants and followed him to the bathroom, knocking gently on the locked bathroom door.

"Just give me a minute, please," Eddy sniffled from the other side. "I know I'm overreacting, just..."

"I'm sorry, Eddy, please, it was good with you on top, I'm just so tired and..."

"It's fine, Brett, I get it. Everything can't be good all the time, and this time it just wasn't," Eddy sniffled, and Brett heard him move around. "I'll try and be better, I promise."

"It can't be better, Eddy, please just list..."

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm overreacting. I'll have a shower and everything will be okay after," Eddy said quietly followed by a suppressed sob. "It'll be okay after."

"Please just listen to me, Eddy it wasn't..."

"It will be okay after," Eddy said, louder and firmer, talking over Brett and sounding like he was trying to convince himself. "I'm sorry."

"I can't do anything right, can I?" Brett muttered to himself as he heard the shower get turned on. He sat down with his back against the wall across from the bathroom, waiting and listening. Every little sob from Eddy stung like a knife, but if wasn't allowed to try and fix it, he'd endure it with him.

After half an hour, Eddy opened the bathroom door to find his boyfriend looking up at him with sad, tired eyes. He stopped in the door, hesitating.

"Please listen to me, Eddy, please let me..."

"Everything's okay now," Eddy mumbled, interrupting him. He avoided eye contact, looking at everything but Brett. "I'm sorry I overreacted."

Brett shook his head before standing up, looking up at Eddy.
"It was good," he stated, as if challenging him. Eddy licked his lips.

"Not good enough," he countered, placing his arms around himself for comfort. "I'll be better next time."

"I was just tired. We've been up for almost three days straight," Brett sighed, pulling a stiff and hesitant Eddy into a semi forced hug. "Doing physical work."

"If it was good enough, it wouldn't have mattered," Eddy mumbled, not really hugging Brett back properly. He didn't feel like he deserved it after causing so much worry over him just not being good enough in bed. It was just about doing better next time. Learning from his mistakes.

Brett hugged him tighter.
"I am so sorry I caused you to think this," Brett whispered, his voice failing him as he fought tears. Why did he have to fuck everything up? "I'm sorry I keep messing you up more, I'm sorry I fell asleep, I'm sorry I keep pushing you down when all I want is to help you back up."

"You haven't done anything wrong," Eddy mumbled, untangling himself from Brett's arms. He didn't deserve it. "Let's get done packing so you can sleep."