Serious fights between Brendon and Ryan were, thankfully, rare- though they had their fairly frequent minor disagreements and they bickered pretty often, actual, serious fights involving more intense negative emotion (usually anger, because Brendon’s emotions tended to all re-route towards an aggressive attitude when he was stressed) were few and far between. Those that did occur usually did so because Brendon wasn’t a very good listener, and when Ryan did try and talk to him about something important, maybe, he just tuned out or interrupted or changed the subject mid-conversation against Ryan’s will. Part of this was his adhd, but he was also sometimes slightly self-important- what could Ryan have to say that was more useful an input than what he had said himself? This was undoubtedly an unhealthy way to think about his significant other, but thankfully he had enough of a filter to prevent saying anything completely stupid. He valued Ryan’s opinion, really, obviously. He was sometimes just dismissive.

When they did fight, it was usually relatively intense but very brief, because they burned themselves out quickly and neither of them could bring themselves to stay mad at the other no matter what they’d done. This was a blessing and a curse- the blessing was obviously that fights were over fast, because at all times both of them would rather be just curled up together rather than being petty and stooping low; the curse was that they often didn’t find solutions to disputes they had in the first place, so the same fights kept happening or that underlying tension remained. In this instance, Brendon’s anger and Ryan’s irritation had been thrown off course by one thing- how weak and useless they were, for eachother. It didn’t help with being infuriated with someone when that particular someone was so damn pretty and that was the only coherent thought he could conjure while facing Ryan. The majority of his bitterness kind of just faded away, but he kept up a facade in an attempt to prove his point.

But now Ryan was being [i]sweet[/i], and actually [i]apologising[/i], something Brendon found it very hard to do. It was no admittance of wrong-doing, and Brendon could sense that Ryan didn’t really think he’d done anything wrong, but it was good enough for Brendon, really, especially when he had new, more interesting things on his mind. [i]I don’t think just speaking my mind counts as kissing your ass, but sure.[/i] Brendon scoffed. Ryan wouldn’t be saying those things right now if it wasn’t for a purpose, and that purpose was to reconcile with Brendon; not exactly ill intent, but he still thought it qualified as sucking up to an extent. Brendon rewinded then, asking himself why it actually [i]mattered.[/i] Ryan had apologised and wasn’t, like, yelling at him, so he supposed he should be thankful and just accept it.

And he did. Brendon was now occupied by a new goal, one he usually achieved- working Ryan up beyond settling down again, using his constant upper hand to make his husband (someone that should probably be used to it all by now) weak because Brendon was kind of evil and apparently enjoyed being the root of all of Ryan’s sexual frustration and confusion, all the way from Ilvermorny to now, when they’d known eachother over half their lives and been in a relationship for the majority of that time. He knew exactly how to do it, to get him flustered, so Brendon wasted no time and brought Ryan in while leaning up to speak closer to his ear. He was, when he wanted to be, a very colourful speaker, and in this instance, his attention to [i]detail[/i] was evidently what was making Ryan go pale. When he moved back, he almost leaned in to kiss him. Almost. Brendon was displaying enormous amounts of willpower considering it was what he had been yearning for all day.

Brendon moved back as Ryan’s hands dropped away, and he finally lost his pants, all the while executing the second part of his plan and turning Ryan’s offer away now that he was clearly more inclined to agree than usual. [i]You’re dead to me.[/i] He grinned, stepping out of his trouser legs and stepping a little closer again as Ryan looked skywards and threw his arms out in exasperation. [b]”I’m sure you can wait for like, twenty minutes.”[/b] Brendon’s eyebrows rose, but he was smirking. [i]All right.[/i] What? Ryan was supposed to argue, to be a little more enthusiastic than just resigning to his alleged fate. Brendon looking a little caught off guard. [i]What were you saying about 'a new roommate' earlier... I might go see if Spencer's open to me hanging around.[/i] Eyes widening, he quickly shook his head, following Ryan to the door and reaching behind him to hold on to the handle tightly. He wasn’t very strong, and kind of small, so if Ryan wanted to leave, he would be able to- but hopefully the gesture was strong enough.

[b]”I was joking,”[/b] He exclaimed, moving close again. [b]”Stay.”[/b] His voice was a little rougher, now, like he had more to say. Brendon was unwilling to pass up what had been offered to him, and hung on to Ryan’s shirt, before kind of manoeuvring around so his back was facing the door and Ryan was facing him. Using a free hand he locked it, then came to rest leaning against it, head tilted up slightly and lips parted because he wanted Ryan to take a hint for once in his life. [b]”C’mon, I’ll make it worth it.”[/b]