[i]You know, I think a lot of things would turn out better if you listened to my insight a bit more, y’know?[/i] Ryan watched him, silent, while he left a gentle trail of kisses along his jaw, just barely kissed him back when their lips met. He considered this. Brendon was kind of right, though. Whenever he declined Brendon's advice in the past, it wasn't because it was wrong - it was because it was coming from Brendon. It wasn't just silly stuff, when Brendon suggested something crazy like how he was planning on jumping offstage at the encore (which actually had a followthrough), but things like last night when he'd genuinely offered his own thoughts on Ryan's situation, when he was rational and clear-minded while Ryan was freaking out. Even if Brendon was joking about this now, he was right. Usually Ryan would be pissed about it. [i]Just- in general.[/i] Ryan smiled real small, thought about how maybe if he'd been as wary of Keltie as Brendon was in the beginning of it all, things would be different. [b]"Yeah,"[/b] he said quietly, [b]"you're right."[/b] Ryan kissed him again, slow, before he rolled off to call room service.

He felt eyes on him as he spoke and looked over, a self-conscious grin gradually crossing his face when he realized he had Brendon's attention. When he sighed appreciatively, totally corny, Ryan let the arm hanging above him in his hair fall to Brendon's side of the bed, nudging a knuckle against his temple playfully. He looked excited about the large order for only a few seconds before his expression shifted, and Ryan realized his mistake with that unwise choice of words. He opened his mouth to quickly take it back but had no idea how to correct it, instead ending up watching as Brendon went in. [i]Don’t push it. You’ll have a [/i]lot [i]of making up to do if you want to be my ‘favourite’.[/i] Ryan was already cringing, mentally begging Brendon not to go on this tangent, because really they had the worst history ever and it could go on forever, both sides. Also he'd sort of liked the tiny amount of time, the trial period, where they got along - more than got along. God, he could see them as so much more.

[i]You’ve insulted me so many-[/i] Brendon got comfortable, clearly, and in turn Ryan scrubbed his hand over his face, still half-smiling out of discomfort and apprehension. [i]Remember all the times you made fun of me ‘cause I have to wear girl’s pants? Yeah, I remember shit.[/i] Ryan cracked up a little, turning on his side and throwing an arm over Brendon's waist, curling close to him while he tried to maintain his good humor. [b]"Hey, that was my cover. Really I [i]appreciate[/i] your ass that won't fit into normal jeans."[/b] Ryan paused, his smile fading a little while he thought about turning this into a more serious conversation - about how he was actually sorry about everything before, about how he wished things hadn't started like they did, how he'd do anything to change what they were. Maybe if he'd originally gotten over himself and accepted the much needed change then... but thinking about the 'what if's and trying to change history was useless.

They were here now, and they were who they were, their relationship was what it was. Ryan had always figured there was no turning it around, no way for damage control to happen. And maybe this was a weird way to start it, just outright sleeping together after his hissy fit, but they had so much time before the show and maybe more if the could escape prepping, he could conceivably fit in some honest words and reflections. Saying 'sorry' wouldn't do it, and going back on his word for a few hours wouldn't do it, though. Ryan would have to invest time in undoing everything, in completely reversing the dynamic here. Still it was scary - it's not like Brendon would welcome a change in his personality with open arms, and of course it's not like he could show that face to anyone else, either, or... well. He wasn't sure what came after 'or.' Jon and Spencer weren't horrible people, they'd probably just roll their eyes at a change between him and Brendon, but he didn't know for sure how anyone would react, how people would regard him or Brendon. 

He lifted himself on an elbow until he was hovering over Brendon, trailing his fingertips over his chest, mapping out the faint definition. 'You'll have a lot of making up to do.' Sure. [b]"Okay, then, tell me, how can I make it up to you,"[/b] he said, his voice less questioning than vaguely curious, mostly distracted by the path of his hand.