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Once you add those facts to how often he’s had to help me get chunks of chum out of my hair, how many times I’ve heard him piss in a cup on a long road trip, and how often we’ve each played lock the windows to force the other to choke on bad burrito farts, it’s obvious we aren’t making that type of love connection.
Just a sibling one.
Which suits me.
I like the big brother vibe because we’re friends more than the little brother vibe because I’m fucking your friend.
“You think it’s about Fluffles?” Calen questions during our stroll for our boss’s office. “You think he’s healthy enough to move to a better equipped facility for rehabilitating and ultimately breeding emperor penguins?”
Regardless of my stomach deciding to churn once more, I smile widely from hearing a grown ass man have to use the name Fluffles, which was my doing. “Doubtful.”
Our division in the department – the one Calen and I dominate – is directly involved with physically rescuing wounded animals, rehabilitating them at our facility, working with research to track their origins, and ultimately assessing whether it would be beneficial to our institute to maintain them for further researching and breeding or to transport them elsewhere. On the occasion, we also assist in the physical relocation process, which adds to the reasons I am sometimes literally all over the country.
And Wes hates it.
He hates it even more because he can’t follow.
Because he doesn’t fly.
“Could be about your bestie Steven.” Calen tosses me a genuinely concerned cringe. “He’s gotta be around sexual maturity age.” The expression shifts to an impish one. “Unlike you.”
Grinning at his well-placed jab isn’t stopped.
“Maybe it’s time to move him to get him laid.”
“He can get laid under our roof.”
“Really, Mom?” sarcastically slips loose as we round the corner. “Promise you won’t cock block?”
I helplessly giggle during my retort, “Fuck you.”
“Only if I can use the gold brick Wilcox will literally shit to pay off my student debt.” He tosses me another mirth-filled smirk. “I think my loans are taking out their own loans at this point.”
New rounds of laughter circle us; however, I do my best to keep them completely sincere.
Truth is…I’m no longer drowning in debt.
Due to my Bruce Wayne living up to his nickname, I went from sympathizing with why the earliest versions of Selina Kyle had sticky claws to being someone she would absolutely try to steal from.
And he wasn’t even remotely subtle about the whole thing.
I came home fuck early on a Tuesday from Michigan – where we had been meeting with their team to see about possibly transferring our rescued sea turtles to their facility – to discover my debt in its entirety had disappeared – including some bad living situations with lingering resentment – that I had a brand new car in my name and a penthouse apartment downtown – a whopping ten minutes from work – that was in both of our names.
On one fin, I thought I had just smelled too much cleaning solution in a short time frame and was hallucinating.
And on the other, I swore he was about to see Hamilton for a visit regarding how to surgically remove his balls from his belly button because I am not anyone’s charity case.
I have never and will never be.
I can handle myself.
I can take care of things myself.
I didn’t and don’t need someone to toss on their heavy ass leather cape – that may occasionally now be used for sex stuff – and swoop in to damsel in distress save me.
He thought all that shit was sweet.
I thought it was controlling.
