"Just gimme some truth..."

[texasbadboy]

Who? Garrett Holt and Fin Bennett
What? Tough love from the BFF
When? Thursday night
Where? Mt. Sinai

Garrett was thankful as hell that he'd made the move to New York when he did, because he would've been crazy worried about Fin finding out that his best friend had gone through surgery if he'd found out over Facebook from somebody else. It was nice to be able to come by, check in on Fin and make sure he was okay. Granted, when he'd first arrived, the other boy was sleeping, so Garrett passed the time quietly, playing games on his phone for a while. He couldn't leave until he talked to Fin, because the last thing he wanted was his best friend finding out that he'd slept with a guy, and not just any guy, but a guy he didn't like, from Facebook.

But Fin woke up groggily after about half an hour of casual phone gaming, and Garrett quickly tucked the device into his pocket, meeting his best friend's gaze. "Hey, dude," he told him with a small, warm smile. "That must've been one hell of a nap. How're you feeling?"

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[truthrunswild]

It was only after turning into a major bitch did Jordan, Fin's nurse, pump him full of some extra painkillers to knock him out for awhile. Shannon copped the brunt of it and Jordan came to tell Fin that it was okay if he was in a lot of pain and needed more meds to help it. He was prescribed them, so he could have them. Shannon had agreed, knowing all that first hand. Fin had just been incredibly tired and sore, it hadn't done good for his mood. He was the epitome of a cranky patient... when he really did just need some more pain relief and sleep. He was supposed to be resting to recover. That was the whole point.

He watched as Garrett put his phone away. "If that was Pokemon Go, I'm going to have to punch you for being basic when I feel better," he mumbled. He had never been a huge computer game person himself. He was more a Facebook addict, and he had an addiction to Farmville when it had been popular, for obvious reasons. But that was it. "They knocked me out because I was being a bitch. Just feel kind of shitty. They said it could be a couple of weeks before it gets better. Typical, right at the start of goddamn summer."

[texasbadboy]

Garrett had to smirk at Fin's response. "I see they didn't take out your bitch gland with your appendix," he teased, giving him a wink of amusement "I ain't telling you what I was playing, because I don't wanna get punched for basic. I was just killing time anyway, waiting on you to wake up. Then again, regardless of what game I was playing, by the time I tell you all this, you might be ready to punch me for being basic anyway. But I gotta talk to you, dude, and I could wait til you got outta here, but then you'd probably punch me for waiting too long, so I really can't win anyway."

Still, he was smiling, because he and Fin had been through more than their share of spats along the way, but they'd remained good friends. He was pretty sure, no matter how this all went down, he'd still have Fin on his side. He wasn't quite ready to talk about this yet, though. He kind of wished he hadn't even introduced the idea, because it would be easier to focus it all on Fin and his surgery first. "So what's this I hear about you havin' a rebel appendix? How the fuck does that even happen?"

[truthrunswild]

Fin had a hint of WTF face then. His eyes narrowed a little, because the last time Garrett told him he wanted to talk to him about something, he dropped the bombshell that he was the reason the drugs had been at that damn party. He shifted in the bed to get himself sitting up a bit more. His face was scrunched up with pain as he did, but he soon got himself into a place that felt comfortable. It was a bit awkward, half on his side, half on his back, and probably didn't look comfortable, but it worked. He found the little pillow that his dad had brought in for him to cushion against his stomach, and cuddled it in against where the op wound was.

He snorted a little, but didn't quite manage a laugh because laughing hurt this soon after the operation. "That's what's Shan called it. I was born with it kind of attached to my insides. Everyone else's is like, freeballing out there in it's own world. Mine was like 'Fuck this noise, I want friends'. Only, then it goes and gets infected and gangrenous because it's not supposed to be there, and I get sick as all fuck, and feel like I'm dying. Then impatient twats are making my boyfriend cry when I can't help him. Fucking ass," he sighed. And then was back to giving Garrett The Look. "What do you need to talk to me about...?" he asked suspiciously.

[texasbadboy]

Shannon had a killer sense of humor, which only made sense as to why he and Fin worked so well together. They both loved to laugh, and were good at making each other laugh, too. Garrett smiled. "So your appendix was just a friendly dude like you, but instead of being cool and lovable, it ended up freaking out and pissing everybody in your body off and making you sick? That's seriously crap, dude. I'm just glad they got you in here and got the op done. It's lucky they have such good doctors around here, too. Is your dad still trying to shove pepperoni in your mouth at every opportunity? Or did he try to get the doctors to put it in your IV?"

Garrett looked down at his hands nervously, but then looked back up at Fin. "I... I wanna talk to you about Kip," he said, not even sure how to get this conversation going without it going horribly wrong. "I mean... Um... About Kip, but also kind of about me. I don't know how to say this, dude." He paused, trying to give himself the time to get the words right, and realizing there really was no right way to say any of this. "I fucked Kip. It wasn't supposed to go that way, but it did. We were fighting at Shan's house when I went to ask him what his fucking deal was and why he hit you, and then we ended up having angry sex. But now... Fuck, dude, I don't think I'm straight, and I think I really like him. And I know that you don't like him, and that makes this way more complicated."

[truthrunswild]

"Are you taking drugs? Because if you're fucking using drugs, I can't have anything to do with you. Do you know how quick they will throw me in juvie if I'm hanging out with people who do drugs." Fin put his hand over his face. "Fuck, maybe I've had too much morphine." Because what he was hearing sounded absolutely nuts. Maybe not necessarily the part about Garrett maybe not being as straight as he had always loudly emphasised he was, but the part where the person he was choosing not to be straight with was the Butthole Bandit of Planet Asshole. It didn't make any sense, and he had had a lot of pain meds in the last few days. Plus anesthetic, that made him puke enough to sink a small ship. Maybe that had fucked with his brain cells and he was hallucinating weird shit. Because this was definitely weird shit.

The hand was dropped back down. "Wait, why the fuck were you at Shannon's place? Why the fuck would you have sex at Shannon's place?! That's my boyfriend, and my horse is there, and she doesn't need to see that shit. If you scarred my girl for life, I am so kicking your ass when I get out of here. You know what, out of ALL the people with dicks in this city, in this universe, why the hell would you-- why did-- how the fuck-- nope. Nope."

[texasbadboy]

"Dude, no!" Garrett protested, looking at Fin as if, instead of having his appendix removed, he'd had one implanted on his forehead or something. "What the fuck? Of course I'm not doing drugs. I didn't even do them when I was selling them, and I sure as fuck wouldn't be doing them around you. Not after I already got you sent away from home. I'm not gonna be that asshole who fucks your life up so bad you can't be with either parent." He couldn't deny that Fin was a little buzzed from his pain meds, but he wasn't buzzed enough to be hearing conversations that weren't happening. And this one definitely was. He had definitely fucked Kip, and there was a hell of a lot on his mind that he needed to chat about... that he only trusted Fin with.

"I went there to tell Kip to go fuck himself for hitting you," he replied, only realizing after the fact just how utterly ridiculous that sounded in the grand scheme of things. "Only, it didn't turn out that way so much. We fought. Not fist fight, though, because Kip wouldn't fight me at Shannon's place. Said he didn't want to fight and cause Shannon's family more grief than they'd already had. But your horse is fine. I don't think she even saw us. Dude, it wasn't supposed to go like that. Only it did, and now my head's all fucked up, because I really like him. He's not a bad guy, Fin. He's really not. I know he fucked up with Shannon, but he's not a bad dude."

[truthrunswild]

Somewhere during Garrett's response, Fin had put his hands over his ears for a moment, but they smooshed back down over his face. Even with the IV lines risking getting jolted, he was still vitally needing to try to get his hands to swallow his face, and then the rest of his body and apparate him to somewhere not where, where none of this was happening. "He didn't hit me. He backhanded me like a pussy because he couldn't handle the truth when I was getting up in his face with it. Trust me, if he hit me, he would be in this fucking hospital bed with a head injury. The only reason I even bothered to get up in his fucking face with it was because I know Shannon still cares about him, and I wanted to hear it from him why he's such a pussy and has his head lodged too far up his own ass to give Shannon the time of day."

It was lucky he was laid up and still feeling weak, or he might be trying to pound Garrett with a pillow out of frustration right now. He was restricted in his responses. WTF glaring was what it mostly boiled down to. "He's not a bad guy, he's just a fucking asshole. Shannon wouldn't be friends with a bad guy. Go out and fuck something else with a dick. You're shit is just all mixed up because you're guilty about what you did to me, and your trying to fix shit on some level. I don't want you sticking your nose into this. I can fight my own battles. You don't like dick, you just got a hard-on because you wanted to hit him and he wouldn't let you. It was a fucking pissing contest."

[texasbadboy]

"Did he tell you?" Garrett asked, looking at Fin with a question in his eyes. He'd learned more about Kip in that little fight, and then in the time they'd hung out together near the hospital, and ultimately, he didn't want Fin or Kip to have a problem with each other. That was something he was trying to figure out as he went, and it was hard to figure out. He couldn't make either of them like the other. He wanted to see what could happen with Kip, but he also didn't want to lose Fin. Fin was his best friend, and he'd damn near lost him once. "Did he tell you why he hasn't been around Shannon as much since his accident? Dude, I know you're pissed, because I know what Shannon means to you. But Shannon had just as much right to be pissed off at me, didn't he?"

"Dude, that's not what happened," Garrett told him, frustrated that he couldn't make Fin understand. "It started out that way, sure, but it's... it's something different now, and I can't explain it, but I like him. He's scared to death, but he's a good guy. I like him, Fin. We went out to eat from here, and talked a little. When we actually fucked, yeah, maybe it was more of a boned up because of the circumstances thing. But it was hot sex, and I wanted to see him again after it was all over and done with.

[truthrunswild]

Despite having those weird tube things in his nose because they wanted to keep him on oxygen after the anesthetic was a bit more rough on him than anticipated, Fin still snorted and gave his head a slight shake. "Yeah, like, they pulled him in to Recovery when I was busy barfing all over myself and dropping in and out of consciousness. They sat him down with a lil cup of tea and couple of cookies, gave him a lil crocheted blanket to put over his lap. We talked all about him, and then we hugged. Bros before hos," he said, giving a fake fist pump in the air. The sarcasm was dripping from his words. "Yeah. He told me he had a crush on Shannon before any of this happened. Yet, he was still a giant cunt. And when the fuck did what he felt or wanted become more of a consideration than Shannon's needs or wants? Last I looked, that cuntbag wasn't the victim here. If he wants to play the victim card, he should've thought about that before he cut Shannon off with everything but an awkward appearance every other month when his mom rode his case about being rude."

"Why are you here?" he finally asked, getting straight to the point. "You want my approval? My blessing? How the fuck do you expect me to just give that? You're suddenly gay and want to fuck the person who has hurt my boyfriend the most? What do you want here?" He realised he was feeling tired having this come at him. It was tiring enough protecting Shannon... though he was pretty sure Garrett didn't realise that was what he was doing here. He could tell from what Garrett was saying that he just thought Fin was aggressive and pissed because it was Kip who caused the accident. It wasn't that at all. It was the fact all Kip had done in two long years was hurt Shannon on top of all that, over and over. Why should he just stand there and let him keep doing that? You didn't just stand aside and watch someone hurt the person you love. You just didn't.