Eddy started crying.
Brett held his best friend as he chuckled.
"Geez."
"...What's so f*cking funny?"
"I'm sorry Eddy, it's not funny. It's not funny at all. But it's sweet."
Eddy closed his eyes and wailed.
"What's so f*cking sweet?!"
Brett planted a kiss on Eddy's head then whispered;
"..That it upsets you more when I fall, not you."
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Eddy pushed away from Brett to give him an exasperated stare;
"Of course it bloody does."
Brett smiled.
"Yeah.. I think I'd be like that to. I personally find the dream you just had to be hella lot worse than the one you had last night."
Eddy shook his head as he wrapped his arms around Brett.
Brett sighed.
"Eddy, you do realise we're traceurs, we parkour in parks and parking lots and stuff. If we so choose to, we could choose never to go near any cliff to fall from."
Eddy nodded in the crook of Brett's neck.
"Yeah Brett, I know. I know that. That's why I don't know why I've had these horrible dreams."
"Well.. Eddy, do you know what a falling dream means?"
Eddy pushed himself away from Brett again to look at his face.
"Um.. no.. I don't.. Do you?"
Brett bit his lower lip as he thoughtfully replied.
"A falling dream can indicate that you're holding on to a situation in life that is not serving your best interests. It's a reflection of the anxiety of losing control. Falling dreams are often associated with.. hidden insecurities, social anxieties or... unstable situations in life."
"How.. how do you know all this Brett?"
Brett shrugged.
"I used to have similar dreams."
Eddy widened his eyes in surprise.
"..You had dreams of ...falling, too?"
"Yeah."
"And you weren't upset by them?"
Brett shrugged.
"Well.. they did, but not as much as you.. cos it was just me falling."
Eddy scoffed.
"Just you falling?"
"...I think if I had the dreams you've had.. where you're the one falling..? F*ck, I'd be chundering my guts out into the loo, too Eddy"
Eddy gave a wry smile as he wiped his tears with the back of his hand.
"So.. what was the cause of your dreams, Brett..?"
"Well, it was around the time we talked about doing Twoset Traceurs together. You were more enthusiastic about the idea from the beginning. I was too scared to give up my 9 to 5 job and plunge into it with you. I think it was that anxiety that caused it. Ordinary parkour parks would turn into cliffs and chasms and I would fall.. plummet. They were pretty bloody scary."
Eddy grimaced with the thought of Brett plummeting.
"Sh*t.. so when did they stop?"
"It settled down when we moved in together."
"Oh."
Brett bit his lower lip again.
"Eddy.. are you..not happy with this arrangement..? Do you find what we have is unstable and causing you anxiety?"
Brett felt Eddy's grip on him tightened.
"Ow..Eddy?"
"Sorry."
Eddy quickly loosened the grip he had on Brett's arms.
"...I think so."
Brett furrowed his brows. He then smiled as he replied to his best friend of 15 years;
"Eddy, for goodness sake, you should know that there is nothing to worry about.."
"..What would you know about my worries, Brett?"
Brett was taken aback by Eddy's harsh response.
"What are they then? Please tell me."
Eddy's voice shook and hitched;
"W..when you ..want something more but the other.. doesn't"
Brett's eyes widened in surprise.
"You're worried that the other doesn't? How would you f*cking know?"
Eddy scoffed his reply;
"Oh c'mon. Cos the other has never ever f*ckin' asked for more."
Brett scoffed back;
"Well, neither has the other other?!!"
Eddy momentarily looked confused.
"Whaddya mean by the other other? Is the other other.. me?"
"Um.. yeah."
"Well, the other other.. he's too chicken. Wouldn't be able to handle rejection."
"And what makes you think the other can?"
"He's... I dunno..stronger than me"
"F*ck Eddy how would you know?! I've been sh*tting myself about what I could do for months and have convinced myself that I should just be grateful for what I have got going. And so I am.. I am really happy."
Eddy looked at Brett suspiciously.
"Are you sure about that Brett? Cos that kinda sounds like you're in some kind of stupid denial of not being entirely happy but just pretending to be ."
Brett glared at Eddy and scoffed;
"I'm not in some kind of stupid denial. I am truly grateful for what we have going now and I'm not taking any of it for granted. I hope my actions have been reflecting my words. And for your information, I dunno how you can call the other stupid when meanwhile the other other is being more stupid by bottling things up in him so much that he puked from a nightmare."
"Oh f*ck you Brett."
Brett pulled back and glared at the person who has caused him so much anguish.
"...that's not very nice."
"Well, what you just said before wasn't nice either."
Now the two were glaring at each other. It was Brett that softened his eyes first.
"Eddy.. I heard you."
"...Heard what?"
"What you said as you woke up before. You said I love you too much."
Eddy's face went crimson red.
"Did either of us say that in your dream?"
Eddy couldn't answer.
"Eddy?"
Eddy stammered;
"Alright, okay..!! Yeah.. we.. we've both said it..."
"We have!?"
"Yeah.. last night..those were your last words before you let go of my hand and fell..."
"Oh"
"And just now.. tonight.. it was my turn.. I said the same thing before I let go of your hand to fall to my death"
Brett's eyes widened in shock.
"Oh my god that's.. so upsetting."
Eddy sighed.
"Brett.. I'm afraid that I do... "
"Don't be. Because.. I.. I can take it. I can take it all, I promise."
"Huh?"
Brett pulled Eddy into his chest.
"Don't ever be afraid of.. loving me too much. I can take it. It won't ever be too much for me, okay? And I'll love you back even more."
A/N: This concludes the trilogy of Twoset Traceurs. Thank you for your reading and I hope you enjoyed it.