Bear-(mxm rever series 2)

Bear 12

Where the hell is Ranger? 

Walker felt eyes on him as he tended to the goats in his winter gear. Marshall had actually allowed himself to be dressed and was standing near the fence-line, watching him intently. 

I'm so confused. After sleeping with him last night he's been glued to me. 

The thought made him fidget, making him drop more food than he'd intended. Of course, the goats were more than happy to clean it up for him.

"You pigs," he mumbled as he turned back toward the barn. 

He returned the food to the feed room, then mucked two stalls... all with eyes on him. When he looked up after his third stall Marshall was standing near the entrance to the barn, his eyes still glued to him. He let him be until he was completely done with his other bits of work, then walked over two hours later. 

"Was there something you wanted to do out here, Marshall?" he finally asked since the man still hadn't returned to the warm house. 

I swear mom is even cooking again today. I'm shocked he's not waiting near the kitchen. 

"My name is Marsh," was his reply, making Walker blink for a moment before realizing the nickname. 

"Oh, sure. I can call you that from now on." 

Was that all he came out here for? 

It didn't make sense. 

"Walker, I'll keep you, okay?" 

Walker felt his jaw go slack for a moment before he closed it, then opened it again to try and speak... but what did he say to that? 

"Do you... understand what you just asked?" he eventually questioned, already fidgeting with the gloves on his hands nervously. 

Marsh tilted his head as the wind blew his already-messy hair around. 

Ah, he needs a shower. 

The guy had been out of it most of the time since he'd gotten there, which made Walker suddenly realize that he probably didn't understand what he was saying. 

"I'm done out here for now. Would you like to go take a shower?" 

He'd taken one soon after he'd brought him home, but since then... he'd mostly been hibernating. 

Yeah, definitely shower day. 

"No," was Marsh's response as he slowly turned away and began shuffling back toward the house. 

That's when Walker noticed something else that probably needed done, too. 

He needs shoes that actually fit him. 

He needed a lot of things that actually fit him, but getting him into a store to try things on didn't seem logical, or probable. 

Wait a minute. I can just measure him before he takes a shower. That would be killing two birds with one stone... but how to get him to allow it. 

Following after the other smaller man, Walker stayed at a distance as he continued his thought process. Eventually, he decided to just ask him outright. He doubted that he liked stomping around in too-big shoes and having to hold up pants while walking. 

Stepping inside the house, Walker noticed a trail of clothing leading up the stairs that was definitely what Marsh had been wearing. 

Wait, I can catch him now while he's naked and before he gets back into bed!