Though Ryan wasn’t exactly as engaged or enthusiastic about anything and everything all the time as Brendon was, he was by no means ‘plain’ or ‘boring’, and had none (well, almost none) of the negative attributes he assigned to himself with such massive finality that whenever Brendon tried to convince him otherwise, it was like trying to have a meaningful conversation with a brick wall. Okay, so maybe the characteristic of ‘stubborn’ was more or less correct. Sometimes, Brendon felt kind of bad for ‘washing Ryan out’ with his more intense and fiery personality that often earned him most of the spotlight. At interviews, most questions were directed at him- on stage, at shows, most people were screaming [i]i love you Brendon,[/i] though an increasing amount of fans were vying for ryan’s attention now, as he had noticed. Maybe there was something about his lack of interaction with the audience that was appealing. Brendon found it quite funny. Anyhow, he did feel bad sometimes, but Ryan always reminded him that he preferred it that way. That it was Brendon who was born to be a frontman, not him. This settled his ego enough for it to not bug Brendon's conscience too much. 

Though Ryan was usually rather stoic and silent around most other people, around Brendon, he was different, in that his guard was more dropped in comparison to the shield he held up around audience and interviewers and other people he had to interact with out of obligation. Brendon never put a guard up, but he, too, felt more at peace and natural when he was in Ryan’s arms than any other place on earth. They just kind of fit. It was ridiculous, and cliche, and unlikely, and most things throughout their lives had seemed to be dragging them apart, but they always found their way back together. Brendon didn’t really believe in destiny or fate or anything, just choices- and being with Ryan, though it didn’t seem it at the time, was the easiest choice he ever made. He’d only been in love once, and he didn’t intend that to change. It wouldn’t change. Brendon’s heart belonged to him, it had ever since he’d first shakily confessed, all the way until today, and it would all the way until they died. Brendon didn’t doubt it. If they could overcome everything they already had, nothing else could separate them.

It wasn’t always cringeworthy heart-to-hearts or unnecessary declarations of love for the millionth time, though. Brendon would get bored of that. He was a passionate person, and a physical person, and luckily Ryan was kind of perpetually [i]thirsty.[/i] They weren’t newlyweds anymore, and nothing had changed, as evident by the lack of ability to get work done in favour of other things, usually suggested by Brendon, and readily accepted by Ryan. Sometimes they worked perfectly together while making music, but Brendon was kind of uninspired and Ryan could never really write when other people were around, even if it was Brendon. So it kind of lead from that into other things, and neither of them were complaining when they finally had the energy to be awake, Brendon in Ryan’s shirt and Ryan kind of refusing to speak or move as it probably was too much effort.

Bored, but considerate enough to let Ryan lie there without disturbing him, Brendon had started to flick through channels and had then simply given up, standing to stretch himself out and then sitting back down to turn and give in to his compulsion to convince his not-sleeping husband to get up and actually be productive with him for once. They had lots of things they needed to do, and though they only [i]wanted[/i] to do one thing, Brendon knew Ryan would try to be responsible anyway. Maybe it would impress him if he started talking about chores and errands for once. The key word was maybe. As he ran through a list of things they should do, Ryan’s eyes opened, and he felt his insides heat up because [i]fuck,[/i] his eyes were gorgeous. [i]I’d do anything for you,[/i] He thought absently, cracking a smile. He was kind of still entranced when Ryan spoke. [i]You’re sweet.[/i] automatically, the corner of his mouth twitched and curved up again, as he let himself be pulled in to meet Ryan in a kiss.

He was ready to allow himself be fully distracted again, but Ryan kept it brief. Hiding his disappointment, he sat back a little, tilting his head to consider him. [i]What’s this song idea?[/i] Brendon conveniently couldn’t remember. He shrugged carelessly, leaning in with an obvious attempt to kiss him again. [i]And I vote we sit outside, wherever we go.[/i] brendon kind of bared his teeth doubtfully, kicking himself for suggesting that they do anything besides lie there. For a moment, he just stayed silent, quirking an eyebrow just to consider his options. Then, he decisively leaned in to kiss Ryan again, with purpose, and while he did, he moved over completely so he was lying practically on top of him, legs tangled together, one arm propping him up and the other moving to cradle Ryan’s jaw. Brendon intended to steal his breath, and after what he believed to be sufficient, he pulled back, and broke out into a satisfied grin. [b]”What do you say we just don’t go anywhere? Forget everything I just said.”[/b]