Doggin Around

Once More, with feeling

Bojack woke up with his head buried in Mr. Peanut Butter's golden fur. Part of his mind was struggling to recall all the events of the previous night, to sort through them and make a plan for how he was going to deal with the aftermath. But the dominant part of him just wanted to stay here, wrapped in Mr. Peanut Butter's arms. Bojack sighed deeply and relaxed slightly into his friend's embrace. Nothing could be that bad, not if they were together here like this. This was perfect.

...

Bojack woke with a start. When did he fall back asleep? He rolled over to see that Mr. Peanut Butter was no longer in bed with him. Where was he? That question was swiftly answered by a clattering from the kitchen. Bojack stood up and followed the noise.

"Mr. Peanut Butter?" he asked groggily.

The dog was currently rummaging through Bojack's fridge.

"Hey buddy, I was going to make us breakfast but you...don't have any food. "

"Oh. Yeah."

"We are definitely going shopping later!"

"Sure."

"Uh, really though, first, I think we need to...talk."

Fuck. Shit. The rejection. It was coming.

"Ummm...NO WE DON'T. What would we POSSIBLY need to talk about?" Bojack tried to run from the room.

Mr. Peanut Butter caught him by his shoulder. "Oh no you don't-" He pulled Bojack back, but the momentum caused him to fall against Mr. Peanut Butter's chest.

They both looked at each other, surprised.

"Aahh..." Bojack looked down. Woah. Very very close. Bojack gently tried to ease himself away from Mr. Peanut Butter's chest, but every muscle in his body was screaming at him to pull closer. He settled for about a centimeter of space and a hand awkwardly placed on Mr. Peanut Butter's shoulder. Bojack felt like he was going to fall over without the support.

"Bojack I uh"- Mr. Peanut Butter paused, clearly flustered. He still didn't push Bojack away. "I just want to know what's going on with you. I'm not trying to assume that this is about me, but when you send me texts of the um...sensual nature and ask me to come see you when you get drunk like this... I kind of feel like it's my business."

Bojack felt sick to his stomach. "I know, okay? I was just drunk, and it makes me say stupid things, and I wouldn't do that normally because I know"- It all came rushing back, the thing he drank to forget, the reason they couldn't be together-"You like...someone else."

Mr. Peanut Butter looked surprised. "That's not it at all Bojack, I- You know I like to be honest with people. I don't want to keep secrets. I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I think this whole thing might just be a huuuge misunderstanding."

"Really? How?"

"Bojack...the guy I was talking about before, the guy I love, it's... you."

What? There no way, he was lying. Or maybe kidding. Yes.

"Haha...that's so funny...what?" Flawless acting there.

"I love you Bojack." Mr. Peanut Butter looked him dead in the eyes.

Oh.