Adulting Is Hard, 'Kay?

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Taking place May 7th.
Terry was not drunk. He was not riled up. He was not even angry. All surprisingly. In fact, he felt calm, with the exception of nervous energy. He wasn't used to being nervous without also being angry. Anger had always helped him cope with the bad times. It was anger hidden in jest, but that was still anger. Pettiness.

He knocked on Fitz day sometime in the morning, probably around the time Fitz would be leaving to go about his daily routines with his new up and coming tavern. Terry knew how Fitz operated by this point.

Terry wasn't dressed exactly casual. He wore a button up and slacks. His hair was wetted and combed, and he was clean-shaven.

 
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Wake up. Get coffee started. Shower. Make breakfast. Usually cereal. Read the news on his phone. Check emails and calls. Wake Shay up with breakfast and coffee (and possibly sex). Get dressed. Head out. Fitz had his routine, at least on the surface. If you weren't paying attention closely though, you'd miss the variation.

And today he was interrupted by a knock at the door. Fitz checked the peep hole in the door. Terry? What was he doing here? He hadn't gotten a call or a text. Hm.

"Oi, wotcher wan', mate?" {Hey, what do you want, mate?} Fitz said casually as he opened the door. He was dressed at least, sipping his coffee as he stared down his best friend with a chipper, morning person smile. The coffee was cold. He'd taken longer with Shay than he thought.

"S'early 's shite fer ye, innit?" {It's early as shit for you, isn't it?}
 

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He smelled like sex and coffee and soap. Terry's nose twitched a little, but he maintained a smile at his friend. "I'm goin' with ye wherevah ye goin'."

He stepped aside to let Fitz out the door and closed it behind his friend. Terry was uncharacteristically quiet as he thought about what he wanted to say. About halfway to wherever Fitz was taking them, Terry stopped Fitz with a hand on his shoulder.

Terry rubbed awkwardly at his smooth jawline, words forming at his throat but stopping there. "I..." He had to swallow down his pride and just say it, he supposed. "I been a right cunny, mate. I know that. But ye 'n' Cici 'n' Frito 'n' even feckin' Sean all movin' 'long with ye lives.

"Ye gonna go on 'n' 'ave bunch o' cute kids 'n' a nice business and a wife te go 'ome to 'n' ye ain't gonna 'ave no time fer ye best mate anymore."



[I'm going with you wherever you're going.]

[I... I've been a right cunt, mate. I know that. But you and Cici and Frito and even fucking Sean are all moving along with your lives.

You're going to go on and have a bunch of cute kids and a nice business and a wife to go home to and you won't have any time for your best friend anymore.]
 
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Fitz just shrugged when Terry demanded he go with him. He wasn't doing anything particularly important, at least not today. "Sure thin', mate. Le's ge' on wi' it then."

The plan was to go check out the place he had picked for the tavern, a large two story brick building between the downtown and the docks. Terry's hand on his shoulder made him pause and tense up internally, though he hid it well enough. But he had trouble hiding his surprise when Terry opened up the way he did. He set his jaw a bit.

"Change'a plans, mate. Grabbin' lunch, we 're." {Change of plans. Grabbing lunch, we are.}

Fitz picked a place close by, some little deli place with a patio they could sit on. Not either of their first choice by any stretch, but it'd do. When they had ordered, Fitz steepled his fingers.

"Terry, mate, A 'ad no idea 's 'ow ye felt. A mean, A fig'red som'at was wrong fer a while, th' way ye been. Tense, ac'in like someone kicked yer dag. Bu' yer bein' a daft cunt, mate. Ye think fer a second A would'a fallen fer some bird wot'd make me give up doin' wot A do best?" {Terry, mate. I had no idea that was how you felt. I mean, I figured something was wrong for a while, the way you've been. Tense, acting like someone kicked your dog. But you're being a daft cunt. You think for a second I would have fallen for some woman who would make me give up doing what I do best?}

He reached forward and playfully slapped Terry on the chest, "Wot we do best? Yer me best mate, Terry. A love ye, man. Like a bruvah. There's..." {What we do best? You're my best friend, Terry. I love you man, like a bother.} Fitz paused, not exactly unsure but because he wanted to give Terry the chance to speak. That, and the waitress had come back with their appetizer.
 

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Terry didn't argue when Fitz decided they were going off to breakfast instead. He didn't even make a quip about the little deli patio they ended up seated on. He was uncharacteristically silent as Fitz spoke and generally soft-spoken to the waitress when he ordered a coffee. In fact, he was entirely un-Terry like.

Terry hadn't felt like this for a good number of years, so it was a feeling and a show even he wasn't used to.

When Fitz had finished talking and the waitress was gone, Terry said, "'m 'appy fer ye, I am. Ye gonna be a da an' 'ave a tyke. Ye coulda been saddled with a worse cuddie..." And Terry paused here to let the words settle, and to imagine what he wanted to say next.

He drummed his fingers on the table, stayed silent as the waitress returned and set their things in front of them and was gone again. "See, I liked te imagine we were all gonna be young forever. 'ow we acted. Time couldn't catch us. Now I gotta face it... ye gonna get old 'n' die. 'n' before that, ye gotta get into ye family 'n' I'm gonna stay me 'n' we're gonna drift. That's 'ow life is."


[I'm happy for you, I am. You're going to be a dad and have a kid. You could have been saddled with a worse girl...]

[See, I liked to imagine we were all going to be young forever. How we acted. Time couldn't catch us. Now I gotta face it... you're going to get old and die. And before that, you're going to get into your family and I'm going to stay me and we're going to drift. That's how life is.]
 
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