Xander's Workshop, MCA Roof, Early Sunday Evening

[needsaparrot]

It'd been one of those weekends. If by that you mean "those weekends you dream about and then wake up promising yourself never to touch runny cheese at a college mixer ever, ever again."

Still, he had a guest, of sorts, and he might as well show her that he did something besides Apartment Managing, without showing her the other thing he did besides Apartment Managing. Which was why they were currently in the elevator heading for the roof of the building.
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[OOC: for the parental unit! B-word-person also welcome laterwards, if desired.]

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[needsaparrot]

"In the den," Xander calls back. He's slouched on the couch with the tv on but the volume off and the lights down, the changing scenes making shadows dance acros the room.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Bridge says quietly in greeting, curling up beside him on the couch.

[needsaparrot]

"Hey," Xander says back, sliding over until his head is resting in Bridge's lap, and it's so easy and unconfusing, unlike everything else this weekend, that it feels like he's been underwater and is just now coming up for air.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"So that was your mom, huh?" Bridge says conversationally, running one hand through Xander's hair.

[needsaparrot]

"In all her...her-ness."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"She seemed... well. I could tell she cares about you," even if she doesn't really *know* you, he doesn't add.

[needsaparrot]

"I guess. Sort of." Xander's not arguing, really - it's just not something he's ever let himself look at head-on, not since he was a kid, for fear of what he wouldn't find there.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Still, wasn't exactly a picnic for you, having her show up all unexpected like that." He pauses. "Well, except for the mixer which technically was a picnic, of sorts."

[needsaparrot]

"But it's not a Harris family picnic until there's food being used as a projectile weapon. And possibly somebody's shoes on fire." Xander shifts on the couch, propping his feet up on one arm. "No airborne wieners. It's disconcerty."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I could get some food to throw at you," Bridge offers. "But that'd involve, you know, moving."

[needsaparrot]

"And being a Harris. Trust me, you don't want to."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" Bridge says. And that reminds him of something Bronwyn mentioned, about names. "What do you think about ending up a Carson someday, though?"

[needsaparrot]

Xander blinks, his mouth falling open as he looks up at Bridge, not actually saying anything at all.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

And Bridge goes still at that. "It's just, um. When Bronwyn was here. She said her name, and *your* name, and..." he turns red. "Um. Forget I said anything."

[needsaparrot]

Xander blinks again, shaking his head. "No, I just... uh."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Uh?" Bridge echoes.

[needsaparrot]

"I didn't think about it. I mean... I thought about it? Because Bronwyn. But I didn't think about it."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I thought about it," Bridge admits. "I kinda... really liked the idea. For, uh. Someday. In the future. Not now. Though I like now, too."

[needsaparrot]

Xander grins. "I like now a lot."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Now's pretty great, yeah," Bridge grins back at him.

[needsaparrot]

"I didn't tell Mom about Bronwyn," Xander says, still thinking about it even though he's sort of skittering away from thinking about it. "She wouldn't have gotten it."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, time travel sort of makes things confusing, if you're not accustomed to it," Bridge says. "Which. Speaking of. Sorry if I made things more confusing, with the whole 'ten months' thing."

[needsaparrot]

"Nah. I mean if is she knew how old you aren't and she'd really done the math, me telling her I was dating you four years ago would've got me arrested if she wasn't my mom." Xander frowns and sits up a little. "Actually I kinda hope it would've got me arrested anyway."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Four years ago, I didn't exist yet," Bridge points out.

[needsaparrot]

"I think she'd have as hard a time swallowing that one as hearing about our kid from the future showing up," Xander points out right back.

"I did tell we, uh, talked about it," he adds.