MCA #0, Sunday Night (post-churchy stuff)

[needsaparrot]

So, Xander is sitting in his living room with a laptop in that most surprising of places, his lap, and a long familiar Dear Willow typed on the screen in front of him. Of course, that's as far as he's got.

Because really - Dear Willow: So remember that relationship I used to have that was only slightly illegal? Well, you can cross off both the 'used to' and the 'slightly' now. Then on Sunday, our kids from the future (including my son with Parker and no, that never happened kthx) showed up. And one of them was actually ours. Mine and Bridge's. Really, seriously ours. And I'm completely in love with her. According to her (see attached), it involved a jar. I'm hoping that was five year old for 'Petri dish.' And then they left. And I miss them liek whoa. And now he wants me to meet his parents and he thinks they won't have any problem with the fact that their seventeen year old son is dating a twenty-six year old man. Also, I think I invented a new tv show. Love, Xander.

Yeeeah. He could just pre-write the reply. Dear Xander: Again with the frog-licking? Love, Willow.

So. Laptop. Lap.

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Didn't break anything, and you're not sparkling," Bridge says lightly.

[needsaparrot]

Xander laughs in relief. "Good to hear. Except I kinda like it when I'm sparkly," he admits. "Be nice if you could pull that off without getting hit on the head."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, you're *glowy* all the time," Bridge points out. "To me, anyway."

[needsaparrot]

"Really?" Xander leans back against the sink and lightly grabs one of Bridge's hands, tapping his fingers. "Even with the gloves on?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Even with them on," Bridge says with a nod.

[needsaparrot]

"Does everybody glow?" He's actually not asking if he's oh em gee special; he's just curious.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not really," Bridge says. "You, Anders, Z. Anyone else, if something's really *wrong* I can usually see it, but the three of you... you glow."

[needsaparrot]

"Hmm." Xander doesn't let go of his hand. "You sure you don't just have a permanent head-injury?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Gee, thanks," Bridge snorts. "I love you too," he adds.

[needsaparrot]

"Hey, some people say it with flowers. I say it with lame jokes to cover up how much it scares the crap out of me when you actually do hurt yourself."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I'm okay," Bridge says quietly, closing the distance between them and leaning up against Xander. "Really."

[needsaparrot]

"I know." Xander brushes his hair off his face and drops a kiss on the first unscratched bit he can find. "I hate people - things, whatever - messing with you, though."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Now it's Bridge's turn to say "I know." And he can't quite hide the yawn that manages to escape. "M'tired," he admits. "Long day." Even if he can't remember half of it.

[needsaparrot]

Xander smiles and tugs him out of the bathroom. "Crash here?" Yeah, he knows it's a rhetorical question. Your point?

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Please?" Bridge says, smiling back. "Jus' gotta make sure I'm up in time for exam tomorrow," he adds.

[needsaparrot]

"I've got an alarm clock," Xander assures him. "...and also a loud frog."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Good," Bridge says, mollified. "Go team Jeremiah."

[needsaparrot]

"How about go team sleep?" Xander suggests.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Sleep could be a thing," Bridge says with a nod. And indeed, as soon as he's crawled under the covers and latched on to the *other* person under the covers, he drifts off to sleep.