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Homeward Bound

Brett had almost dropped the stack of pancakes on the way back up the stairs. His hands just wouldn't stop shaking. He knew it was the right thing, that letting Eddy come home was what needed to happen. That didn't change how much it made Brett's stomach tighten with the knowledge he would have to go back to be on his own.

He paused outside Eddy's door and took a few deep breaths, looking down at the food he had cooked. It smelled lovely, almost sweet. Unfortunately, it only made Brett feel sick this time.
"Come on, you gotta do this," he muttered under his breath as he shifted the tray over to one hand and knocked on the wooden door. He had to let the tiger go home. The tiger didn't enjoy a caged life.

"Come in!" Eddy was a bit more used to the routine now so he wasn't as sulky. He still was when Brett wasn't around but when the elder was around he made sure to be more pleasant. It was the least he could do after trying to kill Brett twice and fucking with him. He still felt bad about that, really. Who wouldn't? Maybe some heartless monster. Eddy may be a monster but he wasn't heartless.

Brett placed a still way too shaky hand on the door handle and let the door glide open.
"I brought you some breakfast," he said, much softer than he normally would speak. It felt like his voice had lost all power, but he had to keep his mask anyway. Eddy didn't need to know it was difficult for him to send him home. "Pancakes. You seemed to like those last time."

"Oh, thank you. I appreciate it a lot," Eddy didn't care at maintaining his regulated weight for the organization or diet anymore. He was going to die anyways, he might as well die chubby and happy. Given he was pretty sure he wouldn't get chubby from eating pancakes or that pizza he ate with Brett. He hadn't had enough to do so, but it was the principal of the matter. If he were to die, he wanted to die happy with himself and live the way he wanted to. He couldn't exactly live like he wanted to with being captured but at least he could eat what he wanted to.

"Of course," Brett said, going over to place the tray on Eddy's bed. He was a bit stiffer in his movements than normal, mostly because he felt like passing out or puking at any second. The same feeling of the elephant he had all the way back when Eddy left him originally was slowly overwhelming him too, forcing him to sit down on the edge of the bed. "I hope they're good."

"Are you okay? You look sick," Eddy was an assassin so of course he had very keen eyes. He could pick up on the small differences in Brett's behavior.

"Yeah, yeah... It's just... I've been thinking about something..." Brett said hesitantly, running a hand through his hair. "You should eat first, though. Here."
He pushed the tray towards Eddy, wanting him to enjoy the pancakes. Maybe Eddy would at least miss the pancakes he made for him, if not him.

Eddy slowly nodded at Brett. He wasn't sure if he should check for poison or not. Did Brett finally break? Was he going to die from his old friend's hand rather than the organizations? It could be worse he supposed,"Oh, okay."

He murmured before getting ready to eat breakfast.

Brett watched him for a bit, but keeping his eyes on him for too long made him just feel worse about the whole thing. Every selfish cell in his body was screaming at him to not let him go, to hold onto him like a koala to a tree. He knew that was a bad idea, though. He knew Eddy was unhappy, and he knew what he had to do to make him happy. If he really loved Eddy like he was so sure he did, he should put Eddy's happiness over his own. That was exactly what he was going to do. Eddy was unaware of Brett's thoughts but was pretty sure something was wrong. Either way though, he kept silent and ate his breakfast. He was sure that Brett would prefer that. There was no reason to stress out the stressed man even more.

"Are they any good?" Brett asked, his voice shaking now, which was not great. Eddy probably thought he was actually sick, which wasn't the case at all. He was just scared, because he knew he had grown attached to Eddy again. He should never have spent all that time with him. He should have known it would end like this.