Right thing to do

Chocolate breakfast cake

Just like any other day, they would reach for a hot cup of coffee first thing in the morning. To fight the sleepiness that wants to drag them back to bed, the hangover that breaks into their skulls after all that drinking last night, the jet lagging jetlag or just for the sake of having coffee in itself. Whatever the reason was, they both need and want one.

Plus cake. So they went to a coffee shop.

"You're eating cake for breakfast?" Asked Eddy as Brett was to bring a generous portion of that triple chocolate cake to his mouth.

"Yeah." The glasses guy answered and chomped down on the treat. "I'm eating my feelings."

"Did you watch Miracle in cell no. 7 again?" Eddy asked as he stirs in sugar in his coffee.

"No," He took another bite from the cake and added, "This is for another kind of feeling."

"What's wrong, Brett?" With all concern in his voice, "You can talk to me, you know."

Brett put down his fork, he looked like he's contemplating whether he'd tell Eddy or not. That Eddy is confusing him, messing with his brain. That every time Eddy does those complicated things that are way beyond his understanding, he freezes. That his actions aren't just as simple as they should be. That, that that that Eddy and himself are the effect of a cause he doesn't truly figure out. That the way Eddy touch him, look at him, talk to him, made him think that confusing thing is more than he, Brett, can-- Brett forcefully cut off his thoughts. The result was, "Nah! Can't explain. Won't tell."

Eddy sighed. He realized that there are things like this that his best friend won't even tell him. But as his friend, he would want to help. But then again, Brett would just change the topic every time he would've asked. And with that, Eddy didn't press any further.

Eddy somehow knew what it was.