"Whatever, I don't care. You just watch yourself. Walking around these parts with that stuck up snob? You're not gonna like the attention you get." Matty warned as he opened the fridge, got another beer and twisted the top off. He flicked the cap at Sam, trying to keep to his anger. Anger was better than sadness. He wanted to hug his brother, he wanted to tell him how much he missed him and how proud he was.
He just couldn't handle all of this. College was one thing but a fucking boyfriend too? "It's a phase." Matty said it in English, looking away from Sam as he walked to the other end of the kitchen. "He looks down on us. On you. You're making an idiot of yourself."
Well, that part Harry could hear, as the language had stopped. He raised an eyebrow and then looked at Bobby. "Should I pretend I don't know English like you do with Spanish ooooor..."
"You think we don't get shit where we live? Sorry, being homophobic isn't just a countryside trait, doesn't go away any more than racism does." Sam defended himself and Harry right away, glaring at Matty. "He's not ashamed of me. Of us. Not like you are. So I think I'll stay in my "phase"."
Bobby rolled back a little, trying to decide whether he should move over to the kitchen. "Can you two stop behaving like idjits under my roof?! I'll send you to your rooms if I have to."
"Fine, fine. Whatever. I'm out." Matty held his hands up and then came in to show Bobby he was going to tap out. "I'll be at work tomorrow, I'm gonna go for a walk. Get a beer."
Matty didn't even say bye, he just went right for the door and slammed it petulantly on the way out. Like the dickhead he felt like being today.
"Huh... he seems nice." Harry looked at the door and then looked at Sam. Damn. The kicked puppy face. "You okay, Sam?"
Sam stood there feeling like he had received a beating. He hadn't wanted to think too much about how bad it might be to come back and come across Matty, but this was worse than he'd have thought it could be. "Sorry."
He said to Harry, unsure what else to say. "He's not really like that. I swear, he's... Fuck."
Quickly, he headed for the stares and bolted up them, presumably so Harry wouldn't see him cry.
Bobby looked after him for a moment, then he shrugged and looked at Harry. "Do you want to check on him? Because I'd get it if you want to sit it out."
"I'm gonna head up." It wasn't exactly the first time he'd been at an awkward family dinner than ended in pain and upset. He just didn't want to see it on Sam's face. "Sorry about the -- the food looked good." He knew he didn't eat much but he had a fry at least. It was just hard to muster up hunger when his boyfriend was being yelled at in Spanish.
Harry headed up and then slowly opened the door, just in case Sam really didn't want him here.
"We don't have to talk about any of that, if you don't want to." Harry wasn't going to push. "But I do want to lie with you - that cool?"
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He just couldn't handle all of this. College was one thing but a fucking boyfriend too? "It's a phase." Matty said it in English, looking away from Sam as he walked to the other end of the kitchen. "He looks down on us. On you. You're making an idiot of yourself."
Well, that part Harry could hear, as the language had stopped. He raised an eyebrow and then looked at Bobby. "Should I pretend I don't know English like you do with Spanish ooooor..."
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Bobby rolled back a little, trying to decide whether he should move over to the kitchen. "Can you two stop behaving like idjits under my roof?! I'll send you to your rooms if I have to."
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Matty didn't even say bye, he just went right for the door and slammed it petulantly on the way out. Like the dickhead he felt like being today.
"Huh... he seems nice." Harry looked at the door and then looked at Sam. Damn. The kicked puppy face. "You okay, Sam?"
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He said to Harry, unsure what else to say. "He's not really like that. I swear, he's... Fuck."
Quickly, he headed for the stares and bolted up them, presumably so Harry wouldn't see him cry.
Bobby looked after him for a moment, then he shrugged and looked at Harry. "Do you want to check on him? Because I'd get it if you want to sit it out."
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Harry headed up and then slowly opened the door, just in case Sam really didn't want him here.
"We don't have to talk about any of that, if you don't want to." Harry wasn't going to push. "But I do want to lie with you - that cool?"