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[cravating]

[Nate blinks and glances at him suddenly like excuse me what? But he doesn't say anything. Just laughs.]

Never gonna happen, mate.

[byrned]

Your loss [ Huff. Fuck you then Jones.

They both need this break though. It's their fuck the world break. Matt actually braved going back to Ireland for Christmas itself, but new year? Well that's for him and his best friend ]

Hey so you seen that guy again? [ yep let's stay on the topic of what Nate does in bed ]

[cravating]

Who? Oh fuck right. No but we've texted some.

[byrned]

Who?! Jesus Nate you little slut you're worse than me. I never forget a girls name. And I always offer them breakfast. Unlike that bloke you turfed out at 4am the other week oh yeah, I was awake.

[cravating]

I hate to break it to you, mate, but we're different. Besides, what do you care who stays and who goes from my bed?

[byrned]

Yeah no shit we're different. You're gay as a fucking maypole. And I don't care. Why would I care? Just think you deserve better than a quick lay you don't even have spend the night that's all.

[cravating]

I'm not really looking for romance right now.

[not when he's in love with his flat mate.]

[byrned]

Just someone to suck your dick?

Fuck me this traffic is bad.

[cravating]

Not just but... [He shrugs and glances at the road in front of them.]

I'm not a slut, you know.

[byrned]

I know you're not mate. And if anybody calls you that well they're going to have me to deal with.

[ Even if he totally just called it him shhh ]

[cravating]

[That strikes him a bit. Even if he knows Matt would defend him to the ends of the earth and back, it's ... still nice to hear.]

Thanks.

[He fiddles with his phone in his lap, trying not to read too much into what's being said. It doesn't do anyone any good, after all.]

[byrned]

[ He looks over towards him and gives him a small smile before turning his attention back to the road. ]

So, you never told me, how was Christmas with the folks?

[cravating]

It was good. [He says, happy for the change of subject.]

They asked about you. Told me to remind you that you're welcome to come back with me for a visit any time.

[byrned]

[ It makes him laugh a little, and he glances towards him with a smile. ]

Your parents are top people, mate. Can tell why you turned out like you did. But they don't need me around their house. I mean I'd make the place too handsome, right? Not sure Wales could handle it.

[cravating]

Yeah, wouldn't be room for your ego at my folks' house anyway.

[byrned]

You know I almost choked on my sprouts at Christmas dinner. My da asked to hear the stuff I'd been playing?

[cravating]

Yeah? Did you play for him?

[byrned]

Yeah. Course about three bars into it he told me to stop playing that classical shit and turns out he just wanted me to play Christmas songs and some stuff with the band round the pub. But you know I think he actually cracked a smile.

[cravating]

That's great, mate. Or-- at least good, yeah? Maybe he's coming around.

[byrned]

Not in a million years. But it was nice, you know. Even if it didn't last long. And the girls loved it. Little Aoife's growing up now. Had a little tinkle on the ivories, I'll make a pianist of her yet. You'll have to come some time, meet the girls. Get yourself a bit of the Irish.

[ Yeah take the gay bff, brill idea. ]

[cravating]

[He raises his eyebrows a bit.]

Yeah? You sure your dad would let me set foot in his house?

[byrned]

Fuck da. I'd want you there. My ma would love to meet you, and the girls. You could come to one of the big family parties. Crazy things. Cousins cousins uncles brothers, that sort of thing.

[cravating]

[He's pretty sure he wouldn't come back alive. Or Matt wouldn't because he'd jump in on Nate's behalf. But he doesn't want to make a big deal of arguing about it.]

You've got more family than I can even imagine, mate. [Nate just has his parents, really.]

[byrned]

Yeah and I don't know half of them meself.

[ He sighs as they hit traffic. ]

I knew we should have left earlier. It's gonna be dark and it'll be the middle of the night by the time we get there. You sure we can get the keys late?

[cravating]

Yeah, I think so. Pretty sure there's just some sort of after hours charge. [But he's starting to get worried about all of this as well.]

The turn's coming up, isn't it?