“No one needs to know.” Rusty had muttered to him, not 10 minutes before, as they sat in the living room face to drunken face with each other.
The super scientist had been drinking and was on his third “Doctail” when Brock had gotten home, entering from the elevator.
Their chat had been brief, mostly Brock checking on the boy’s whereabouts, to make sure they were where they were supposed to be and not in any danger or missing.
Brock had intended on heading to his room and yet, something had given him pause. The super scientist sinking further and further down into their couch cushions.
He seemed… drunk, even moreso than usual tonight.
He headed back to the couch and sat down, asking the man if he were feeling alright, which had led to this impossible scenario.
“Brock… I am more than alright, I am… I am great.” Rusty slurred, leaning into the man.
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