Let Me Talk

AN: skittering away

Broken stirred to someone tugging on his ear. He scrunched his face up and turned away, hugging Jax tighter. “No, time to wake up.” Remus kissed his shoulder. “Dinner is ready, then you can go right back to bed.” He pried his eyes open. “What’s for dinner…?” “Your father made pasta.” Remus hummed. He nodded and stretched. “Guess I c’n wake up for dad’s cookin’…” he set his stuffed cat on the nightstand and held Jax while he sat up. “Can you take him to bed please?” He kissed the top of Jax’s head. “Said he wanted to be up for dinner…” Remus scooted closer and kissed his little forehead. “Darling, dinner is ready.” Jax stirred and looked around sleepily. “Huh…?”

He brushed the hair out of his face. “Supper is ready, are you hungry? We’re having pasta.” He stretched and rubbed his eyes. “I want pasta.” “Go see grandpa about a plate.” Remus kissed the side of his head. He slid out of Broken’s lap and ran downstairs. “I hope he’ll sleep tonight.” He shook his head. “If he doesn’t I’ll take care of him…” Broken yawned and settled back down. “Hey, it’s time to wake up.” He shook his arm. “I was usin’ me brain all day, don’t I get a break…?” He whined teasingly. “You can have one after you eat.” Remus kissed his cheek. “Do you want me to bring you up a plate?”

Broken huffed and sat up again. “I got it…” He stood and clung to the bedpost, hissing in pain. “What’s wrong?” Remus’ hands flew to hold his waist. “Slept on me hip wrong is all…” he flicked his ears. “Sit back down, you can eat up here.” Remus said. “Reem-“ “sit.” He repeated. “Fine…” he huffed. “Let go of me first…” “oh.” He folded his hands in his lap. Broken purred and curled his tail around his shoulders as he settled in bed. Remus left to get dinner and medicine, even at the protests as he brought it inside. “I dont need it..” he huffed and crossed his arms. “Then don’t take them.” Remus sighed. “They’re there if you want.” He crawled onto the bed and sat with his plate.

They ate their dinner in dead silence. No talking about hobbies, or friends, or work. No tv or kids or dogs making noise, just their breathing, faint chatter from downstairs, and gross chewing noises. Broken devoured his plate and went to get more, but only went for seconds to keep Remus happy. He set his empty dishes on the nightstand and waited while Remus finished his food. He tossed his plate with Broken’s and settled by his side. “How’s your hip?” “Fine…” he shrugged. “Popped it back into place or somethin’ on the steps…” Remus sighed softly. “I’ll take a look at it later and make sure it popped back where it was supposed to.”

”Somethin’ the matter sweets…?” He kissed the top of his head. “No.” Remus reached over to rub his leg. “Don’t, it’s sore…” he itted. “Put some of your ice on it, I’ll give it a look in a second.” He said. Broken did as he was told with the remaining few bits of his ice. “How is your leg feeling?” He asked. “Feels fine…” he flicked his tail. “How did g papers go? You were gone most of the day.” Remus leaned his head against his shoulder. “Been puttin’ it off for a long while, had a lot of catchin’ up to do…” he curled his tail around his waist. “Do you have to go back tomorrow?” Remus asked.

”Probably, gonna have to see if ‘m up to it tomorrow…” he said. “Why don’t you get someone to bring your work here? We still have the desk in the basement, or you can cozy up here or on the couch to work.” He suggested. “I’ll go in tomorrow or the day after, get more done there…” Broken flicked his ears. “If you go in, please take your-“ “no.” He interrupted. “Broken-“ “no.” He snapped. “I sit all day at work, not like ‘m gonna be puttin’ pressure on it or whatever…” “no, but you need to take breaks. You’ll hurt yourself if-“ “‘m already hurt, a few extra steps ain’t gonna-“ “stop interrupting me!” Remus sat up. “If you won’t listen to a nurse then listen to your husband. Even though you can walk a little doesn’t mean you should be running around with no cares in the world, you’ll hurt yourself m-“ “doesn’t matter if I get hurt, I c’n handle it…” Broken snapped. “God fucking dammit let me talk!” He yelled.

The whole house went silent. “You wanna talk, then talk…” Broken crossed his arms. “No, you clearly don’t want to listen.” He said. “Fucks sake…” he turned and crawled off the bed. “Broken.” Remus watched him. He ripped his prosthetic off and threw it at the floor. “Happy…? C’n I go to bed now your highness…?” “Do whatever you want, go back to running around work for all I care.” He scooted off the bed and rolled off down the hall. Broken grumbled to himself as he got changed into pyjamas and settled in bed with his stuffed cat. Remus hitched a ride downstairs and went back to the couch with the kids. Razor’s father brought him a bowl of ice cream they were having for dessert. Jax and Charlie clamoured into his lap begging for answers. “Why were you and dad yelling? Is something wrong? Are you mad at dad?” Charlie asked. “What did dad throw? Why were you saying bad words? Are you ok?” Jax hugged his arm.