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"Let's go sit in the park," Venti said, placing a hand behind Ted's back as he pointed over to a park bench.
Ted glanced over his shoulder at the gym, then looked up at Venti. "I thought you were going to show me some exercises."
"We're early. Otis won't be there for another thirty minutes, and I wanted to talk to you."
"Great," Ted muttered as they approached, sitting on the edge when he got there. "Surrounded by trees, winos, and getting the talk from my oversized brother."
Venti sat on the center of the bench, draping an arm around Ted's shoulders. "Don't be such a brat, little brother. How come you didn't tell me you were gay?"
"I was too embarrassed."
"Huh? You know you can tell me anything. You told me stuff that would have you grounded for life if Mom ever found out."
"I didn't want you to think I was copying you because you're gay."
Venti blinked. Then again, in disbelief. "Ted, I love you, but sometimes you can act like a stupid kid."
"Gee, thanks. Is this what they call tough love?"
"No, and drop the attitude. Why would I think you were copying me?"
"Well, don't you think I'm trying to be more like you?"
"I'd call it more like walking in my footsteps...which with your little stompers, would be an easy thing to do."
"Do you always act funny when you're having a serious conversation?"
Venti nodded. "Just like you try to turn the conversation around to the person you're talking to, little brother. Humor lightens up a serious conversation. Diffuses tempers." He gave Ted's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "And no, I don't think you being gay is trying to copy me if you-- seriously--are gay." He craned his head inwards. "You like really do like guys, huh?"
"Yeah," Ted said quietly.
"Don't care for the girls, huh?"
Ted shook his head.
"Then, as far as I'm concerned, it's okay. You're gay, and now I can intimidate your boyfriends into behaving themselves around you."
"Isn't that what Dad's for?"
"As your older brother, I claim the absolute right to put the fear of Me into them."
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Ted glanced over his shoulder at the gym, then looked up at Venti. "I thought you were going to show me some exercises."
"We're early. Otis won't be there for another thirty minutes, and I wanted to talk to you."
"Great," Ted muttered as they approached, sitting on the edge when he got there. "Surrounded by trees, winos, and getting the talk from my oversized brother."
Venti sat on the center of the bench, draping an arm around Ted's shoulders. "Don't be such a brat, little brother. How come you didn't tell me you were gay?"
"I was too embarrassed."
"Huh? You know you can tell me anything. You told me stuff that would have you grounded for life if Mom ever found out."
"I didn't want you to think I was copying you because you're gay."
Venti blinked. Then again, in disbelief. "Ted, I love you, but sometimes you can act like a stupid kid."
"Gee, thanks. Is this what they call tough love?"
"No, and drop the attitude. Why would I think you were copying me?"
"Well, don't you think I'm trying to be more like you?"
"I'd call it more like walking in my footsteps...which with your little stompers, would be an easy thing to do."
"Do you always act funny when you're having a serious conversation?"
Venti nodded. "Just like you try to turn the conversation around to the person you're talking to, little brother. Humor lightens up a serious conversation. Diffuses tempers." He gave Ted's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "And no, I don't think you being gay is trying to copy me if you-- seriously--are gay." He craned his head inwards. "You like really do like guys, huh?"
"Yeah," Ted said quietly.
"Don't care for the girls, huh?"
Ted shook his head.
"Then, as far as I'm concerned, it's okay. You're gay, and now I can intimidate your boyfriends into behaving themselves around you."
"Isn't that what Dad's for?"
"As your older brother, I claim the absolute right to put the fear of Me into them."
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