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hurricanemegan, Tilt, current-day (about two years after the story ended...)
Josh is okay around kids--it's hard not to be, what with all the cousins and their kids and everyone who shows up for holidays--but it's not something Tyler's ever heard him talk about. He's not sure if it's because of Josh's history or whether it's just something that's not a big priority. They don't talk about it and it's one of those lines that Tyler doesn't cross. He's not sure anyone crosses it, not even Heather or Mom. Watching Josh now, though, taking a chance meeting with Ricky and the babies in stride, crouching down to get on eye-level with the strollers and smiling big when Ricky unbuckles them so he can hand them to Josh, Tyler isn't so sure it's something Josh hasn't thought about.
Tyler nods as politely as he can to Ricky; for all that he still really does not like the guy, he's fair enough to admit there wasn't nearly the drama over things ending between Josh and Ricky that Tyler had always thought there'd be. Josh had gone into himself for a couple of months, but right about the time Tyler had started getting worried, Chris had shown up and bulldozed right over the wall Josh had been patiently building up between him and everyone else.
Josh shakes hands with a couple of the guys who still trail around with Ricky; Tyler vaguely recognizes them, and for all the crap that went down while Josh was with Ricky, it's odd to be that far removed from it now, especially since it really wasn't that long ago. Josh doesn't act like it bothers him at all; he shoots the breeze and bums a handful of the little Puerto Rican candies he'd gotten addicted to from the one security guy Tyler remembered seeing the most.
"Congratulations, man," Josh says to Ricky, one more time, and steers the two of them off down the street. Tyler honestly can't quite wrap his brain around that being all there's going to be, but the boliche is waiting for them at the take-out counter, and Chris is lining up what looks like twenty hours of DVR'd college basketball when Josh lets them into his condo, and other than Chris rolling his eyes at the candy Josh dumps on the side table for dessert--Tyler is not surprised to see Chris zero in on the coconut and mango flavors and push the guava and sweet potato toward Josh, who rolls his eyes back--nothing happens at all, and Tyler can look at his brother and know everything really is okay.
hurricanemegan, Tilt, current-day (about two years after the story ended...)Josh is okay around kids--it's hard not to be, what with all the cousins and their kids and everyone who shows up for holidays--but it's not something Tyler's ever heard him talk about. He's not sure if it's because of Josh's history or whether it's just something that's not a big priority. They don't talk about it and it's one of those lines that Tyler doesn't cross. He's not sure anyone crosses it, not even Heather or Mom. Watching Josh now, though, taking a chance meeting with Ricky and the babies in stride, crouching down to get on eye-level with the strollers and smiling big when Ricky unbuckles them so he can hand them to Josh, Tyler isn't so sure it's something Josh hasn't thought about.
Tyler nods as politely as he can to Ricky; for all that he still really does not like the guy, he's fair enough to admit there wasn't nearly the drama over things ending between Josh and Ricky that Tyler had always thought there'd be. Josh had gone into himself for a couple of months, but right about the time Tyler had started getting worried, Chris had shown up and bulldozed right over the wall Josh had been patiently building up between him and everyone else.
Josh shakes hands with a couple of the guys who still trail around with Ricky; Tyler vaguely recognizes them, and for all the crap that went down while Josh was with Ricky, it's odd to be that far removed from it now, especially since it really wasn't that long ago. Josh doesn't act like it bothers him at all; he shoots the breeze and bums a handful of the little Puerto Rican candies he'd gotten addicted to from the one security guy Tyler remembered seeing the most.
"Congratulations, man," Josh says to Ricky, one more time, and steers the two of them off down the street. Tyler honestly can't quite wrap his brain around that being all there's going to be, but the boliche is waiting for them at the take-out counter, and Chris is lining up what looks like twenty hours of DVR'd college basketball when Josh lets them into his condo, and other than Chris rolling his eyes at the candy Josh dumps on the side table for dessert--Tyler is not surprised to see Chris zero in on the coconut and mango flavors and push the guava and sweet potato toward Josh, who rolls his eyes back--nothing happens at all, and Tyler can look at his brother and know everything really is okay.