Denial - a Breddy fanfic

67.

Eventually Sunday came, and Brett's finger didn't hurt nearly as much as anymore. Hopefully, by tomorrow he'd be absolutely fine again. His entire body was itching to get back to practicing, and when Eddy had practiced the evening before it just made it even worse. Today, the restlessness was unbearable.

"I wanna practice, I don't care if it hurts", Brett suddenly said and sat up in bed Sunday around midday, but Eddy's hand on his arm held him back.
"I know you want to, but the doctor said you should rest your finger as much as possible..."
Brett shook his head and tried to roll out of bed. "I'm not moving it that much anyway, it's my right ring finger. It's just holding the bow", he argued, but Eddy still didn't let go of his arm.
"Bretty, love, I need you for the concert. Please rest your finger." He really felt Brett's desperation, and in a way he felt a bit guilty about it. Trace their steps back and it was in a way Eddy's fault that Brett had hurt his finger.
"I'm no use on the concert if it sounds shit", Brett sighed in defeat and leaned back to rest his head in Eddy's lap. Eddy cupped his hands around his face carefully and sighed.
"I'm not sure you could sound like shit even if you tried." He was silent for a bit while trying to hold back a smirk. "Shit doesn't make a lot of sound, you know."
Brett couldn't help but let out an annoyed groan. "Oh my god, that was like the worst joke... ughhh..." 

Eddy leaned down and kissed him, laughing against his lips. Brett couldn't help but smile, even when he pulled away. That smile faded quickly when Eddy spoke again, though.
"I think I'm gonna practice though, gotta get my forty hours a day in, you know", he said and pushed Brett carefully off of his lap to go get his violin.
"Hey, no fair!", Brett pouted and rolling over to try and grab Eddy's arm. He knew it was right to let Eddy practice, but he also didn't want to spend the next hours staring at the ceiling. Also, he wanted to just be with Eddy just like yesteday. Just lying about, daydreaming and talking. Looking at wedding dress shows together, just something.
"I'll be right here though, where else would I go anyway?" Eddy said and sent a small smile to Brett as he opened his violin case. He hadn't touched it since the concert, and the memories of what happened after came rushing to him. His focus shifted from wanting to practice to trying to breathe. Brett, who noticed Eddy stop without taking his violin or doing anything knew something was up.

"Eddy? You alright?" he asked, but Eddy couldn't really hear him. It felt like he was under water, both hearing wise and breathing wise.
Brett rolled out of bed and went over to him. "Eddy, love?" he said again and put his left arm around him carefully. This caused Eddy to breathe in harshly.
"Brett..." he whispered and let the building tears overflow. Brett pulled him into a tight hug.
"Shh, love, I'm here, alright. What's wrong?" He was confused, as Eddy's sudden emotional response to seeing his violin wasn't something Brett had seen before. He had his suspiscions for the reason though.
"I... I don't know, I just... it came back to me... and..." Eddy sobbed, hiding his face in Brett's shoulder. Brett couldn't do anything but hold him tight and hope that would be enough.
"It's okay, shh..." he whispered, but inside he wanted to punch Chris again for making Eddy feel like this.
Turning to violence because you can't actually do anything for him? Awesome thinking, Brett!

The venomous sarcasm was dripping of the voice's words. Brett felt a need to prove it wrong, that he could do something for him! But then again, he had no idea what to do to make him feel better. He was already doing all he knew might work, and judging by Eddy's continued sobs against his shoulder it wasn't working. In a way, he felt helpless.
"I'm sorry", Eddy sobbed and tried to wipe his tears, but more just forced their way down his cheeks. "It's stupid, I gotta try and be normal..."
Brett lead them to sit on the edge of their bed. "No, Eddy, I'm sorry. You can't help how you feel, you don't have to try and act fine around me if you're really not, alright? I want to help you."