The Drug in Me is You

Chapter 4: Enjoy The Silence

Kyle sat awkwardly at the dining table while Stan sat with the utmost comfort, eagerness etched across his rough featured face. The ravenette smiled warmly at him, "Leo makes the best breakfast." He said, picking up the napkin that sat neatly folded on the table, unfolding it and placing it on his lap. "You'll love 'em."

Kyle nodded a bit curtly, looking down at the table just to space out peacefully. He couldn't believe that this was actually real but also couldn't believe that Stan and Butters ended up staying together as long as they did. It was such a rare thing for people to end up dating since high school and end up actually being happily married (Unless you're Craig and Tweek of course).

They're small little house is all what Kyle imagined him and Stan's house would look like. A warm and cozy little place that was sweet and welcoming. A dog running around (Though he was much more of a cat person) and under his feet; greeting him at the door when he comes home from work and welcomed back with a kiss on the cheek and an ever loving look of appreciation and affection. One similar to the look Butters had given Stan when the ravenette had returned with Kyle. God, did he envy the blonde. He truly did get the man of Kyle's dreams.

Yet, this thought made him feel horrible nonetheless just for thinking of stuff like this. They welcomed him  into their home and here he is being awkward despite coming here all on his own. A part of him regrets coming here but the other is very pleased to stay and reconnect with his past and or childhood friends (or crush). Yet, the side that's most pleased to be here is getting over his childhood crush and coming to realize to let it go while the other is stubbornly holding onto this false sense of reality that he hopes (wishes even) to happen.

Kyle gets snapped out of his thoughts when he hears the sound of a CLINK in front of him. The sound came from a porcelain plate that was placed in front of him by Butters. French toast, (lightly salted) sausage, eggs, and bacon. It smelt heavenly.

"Would ya' like anything to drink, Kyle? Orange juice, apple juice, milk, water, tea?" Butters asked, all while placing Stan's plate in front of him while still maintaining eye contact with the red-head.

"Do you have any coffee?"

Butters shook his head, giving Kyle an apologetic smile, "No, we don't. I'm sorry. We used to but Stan's doctor said that it was bad for his blood pressure so we gave it all away to a neighbor. It wasn't worth the risk for anything like heart palpitations." 

Kyle nodded in understanding. The reasoning was valid and he found it pretty reasonable. If it came down to something like heart palpitations he would do the exact same thing. "Uhm, water would be nice then.." He replied, attempting to sound as polite as possible despite how on edge he felt.

Butters clapped his hands together, "Alrighty then! One water coming up!" He declared cheerfully, turning around and disappearing back into the kitchen.

Kyle could hear Butters rummaging around for a glass. The sound of glasses clinking together was faint but simultaneously loud. He turned his attention back to Stan, which to the red-heads' surprise, the ravenette hadn't touched a single thing on his plate. Yet, when they were younger, Stan was the type of person who couldn't wait for anyone or anything before eating his food. If his food came late or if someone even attempted to stop him from eating before others Stan would simply swear said person and or peoples' out or just blatantly ignore them.

Stan, however, must've noticed Kyle's intense and confused staring because the ravenette clears his throat, cheeks starting to dust a light pink before giving the red-head an embarrassed but bashful smile, "Leo likes when I wait for him before I eat. He says it makes him feel appreciated and, you know, included." He says while looking out the window and fiddling with the collar of his dad-looking shirt.

"Oh." Was all Kyle could push out from between his lips. It wasn't really sure if this was actually real or if this was again; an odd fever dream. SInce when did Stan show courtesy to someone? Sure, the ravenette had his moments of course. There were those times where he was genuinely passionate about being kind and helpful and thoughtful. It wasn't all the time but it was still present, just not frequent and or often.

Stan had always been forging towards Butters though. Even after doing some of the most unforgiving things to the poor blonde. He was also forgiving to Kyle. If not more. But in retrospect that is a pretty selfish thought to have considering that Stan and Butters are married. Happily married at that (if not obvious before).

Kyle clenched his teeth tightly at the thought; the realization. He was thinking such horrible things about the people; the person , who let him into this warm, cozy and loving home. Offering him a warm bed and a (seemingly) home-made meal. How disrespectful does a person have to be to do something like this? Kyle Broflovski, that's who. A sel---,

Kyle was snapped out of his thoughts when a glass of ice water was placed on a napkin beside his plate. He looked up, not even realizing he put his head down in the first place and watched with envy as Stan scrambled out of his own chair to pull Butters chair (the chair next to the ravenette's) from out under the table. Butters smiled widely at Stan before gleefully sitting down in the chair that was pushed out for him to which Stan pushed in once he made sure the blonde was comfortable in his chair. The ravenette sat back down in his chair, sending his own smile back to the blonde only to send a soft smile to Kyle, which the red-head returned nervously.

Stan and Butters started to eat, so Kyle took that as a sign to do the same and as soon as the red-head took a bite he let out a sigh of contentment. He hadn't had a home-made meal since, like, forever. He was so involved with his breakfast (did he mention that it was home-made?) that he had canceled out the conversation that Stan and Butters were having. He just couldn't believe---,

"Kyle!"

Kyle snapped out of his trance-like thoughts, looking at both men with wide-eyes.

"The sausage is kosher." Butters said simply with a hint of confidence laced in his voice. His expression sure but his eyes excited, as if he's proud of himself in a way.

Except, Butters words hadn't entirely registered in his mind yet so he let out a quiet, "Huh?"

The blonde's confidence started to waver as he frantically sputtered a response, "The--, The sausage. It's kosher. I thought that's what Jewish people ate as a substitute for meat. I had did some research a little while before you arrived and looked around california--,"

It suddenly registered in Kyle's mind and suddenly felt his heart swell with appreciation, "Thank you, Butters. That was so kind of you. You didn't have to do that for me."

"Of course I did, Kyle. You deserve the best." The blonde said softly with a joyful, toothy smile.