Denial - a Breddy fanfic

29.

The night was long for Eddy, watching Brett sleep. All he wanted in the world was to wake up in his arms the same way he had done before running off to the park. To feel Brett's strong and safe arms wrapped around him, his breathing tickling him down the neck, his soft snore in his ear...
But of course, it couldn't last. Eddy felt he knew the reason, but he didn't really want to speak it out loud to Brett. Brett wasn't physically attracted to him. He had been all loving and sweet until they were intimate, and then he gradually faded away. What other reason could there be?

The flight from Amsterdam to Bergen was long. Neither of them was able to sleep, even though the younger of the two badly needed it. Eddy tried his best not to do anything to make Brett uncomfortable, and Brett did everything he could to seem like he wasn't physically disgusted by him. Or that's what Eddy thought, anyway. They never held hands, they never hugged. Brett had tried to stroke Eddy's arm softly, but had eventually stopped in favour of watching a movie on the in flight entertainment system.

The landing at Bergen airport was smooth, and the captain said some words in Norwegian that neither of them understood. From the airport there was a 45 minute light rail ride to the city centre. Or bybanen as they called it here. Eddy had tried to pronounce the norwegian name for it, but had decided to leave it after a while. It was early evening, and the carriage they were in weren't even half full. Brett was lulled to sleep onto Eddy's shoulder around half way through the slow ride.

Eddy couldn't decide if he liked the light rail or not. On one hand, it seemed practical to have the transportation going through the city like that, but it was slow and it played music at every stop. Normally Eddy wouldn't mind music being played at every stop. The Norwegians had even made an effort to play different music at every stop, so it could be educational as well. It was a mixture of music Eddy recognized, and music he had never heard of before. The problem was that it was so out of tune, it was almost hillarious to try and figure out what it was supposed to be. When the light rail rolled into the station close to where Grieg had lived, the opening of his piano concerto in A minor started playing over the loudspeaker. Except it wasn't in A minor. It was B flat minor. Griegs concerto in... B flat?
"Stupid B flat", Eddy muttered to himself, causing Brett to wake up. He sat himself up slightly and looking around, obviously confused. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
"Where are we?" he asked before letting out a big yawn. A quite tall, blonde lady with a backpack looked in their direction before looking back down at her phone, going back to being just another stranger.
"The sign says 'Hooooop'", Eddy said, dragging the o of the word "Hop" viewed on the electronic sign  inside the carriage. "Appearently, Grieg lived around here, or so I've heard." Brett just nodded at him before resting his head back on Eddy's shoulder. He sighed, and Eddy thought he was going back to sleep.
"Eddy?" he heard quietly from the sleepy man who was using him as a human pillow.
"Yeah?" he mumbled, expecting something trivial.
Brett took a deep breath before continuing, having felt bad about it for almost twenty four hours now. "I'm sorry about last night, my brain told me you are just using me for... the stuff. The... you know?"
Eddy hadn't expected that to blurt out of Brett in the middle of a light rail ride. Do Norwegians know english? Because the blonde lady sure was shocked at what she heard. Eddy felt his cheeks go all red when he noticed her staring at them, but as soon as he had noticed it, she looked away.
"Oh uh... no, don't apologize Brett. C... can we speak about this when we get there?" He didn't get a reply, because as soon as he had managed to stutter the sentence out, he heard light snoring coming from the resting head on his shoulder.