[Open] Listen to the heart

[tony angel martyn]

Tony blinked in surprise. "Hey Shaun," He huffed, dropping down beside Marc lazily. He watched the other two, biting his lip. "Ignore him.." He mumbled under his breath quietly.

"He's not in charge of you Marc.." The words were too soft to travel far, meant for Marc's ears only, a steady gaze landing on his father as he tried to keep his own memories from interupting.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc reached over, patting his leg gently. He could feel his father staring him down, and just to spite him, he left his hand there. He leaned back in the sofa, only removing his hand from Tony's leg to take his plate from Shaun. She came back, setting one in Tony's lap, hugging him gently from behind.

Marc paid her no mind, simply poking at the sloppy joe. He sat up straighter, taking a bite of it, careful to keep it over his plate.

"Mmph." He smiled, wiping a bit from the corner of Tony's mouth.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony kissed her on the cheek lightly, huffing thanks. He laughed softly at Marc's antics, the action catching slightly as it put strain on his ribs. Smiling a half sideways smile, he took another bite on the messy sandwhich, careful not to make too much of a fool of himself.

It was good to see Marc smiling, and he wondered if he did so often around them or not. Leaning back a bit he licked his lips.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc took another bite of his sandwich, feeling his brother watch him. He looked up and saw the boy sitting there with a raised eyebrow. Marc raised his in return, and his brother leaned forward, holding his hands out in a silent 'what gives?' motion. Marc shrugged, and his brother leaned back again.

"It's good to see you smile again. You have pretty teeth." He brother said with a smile, and Marc looked down, biting his lip.

"... thanks.." He said quietly, glancing over at Tony.

[tony angel martyn]

The corner of Tony's lips lifted in encouragement, trying to offer some confidence. Blue eyes fixed on the food he was working on though, realizing he had't eaten all day.
Coming straight from ice skating that morning, he'd sllept all day instead, realized Zoey would think he was at work.

'Oh well,' He thought simply. It wasn't like he was off getting in trouble or getting hurt.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc finished off his sloppy joe, then walked around the sofa where his brother stuck out his foot playfully. Marc flipped him off, and his brother just scoffed. He sat his plate in the sink, rinsing off his hands. He bought Tony a damp towel, plopping down next to him.

"What's got you smiling, Marks-a-lot?" His brother asked, and Marc just shrugged, not wanting to offer anymore.

"Marcus, come on.. We used to be like, tighter than dad with his wallet.." At that Marc smiled a bit, and his brother leaned back, obviously relieved to have a part of his brother back.

"If he makes you that happy, keep him." Jerry said, and Marcus blushed, looking down.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony wiped off his hands, only catching the first part of the conversation, smiling at Shaun then sidestepping their dad to head into the kitchen. He rinsed off his plate, setting it in the sink, and folded the towel absently on the counter, trying to slow his heartbeat and bite back the pain in his side.

Once composed enough, he turned to head back, stepping out of the kichten again.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc looked up at his bass hanging up on the wall. He didn't want to imagine the amount of dust collected on it. He squeezed Tony's side as he walked by, smiling up at him. He could see Shaun out of the corner of his eye, her head in their dad's lap.

"Braid it for me, daddy." She told him, and he nodded, taking the ponytail from her and beginning to braid her hair. "I get to see Shawn after work today." She told Marc, and he just nodded.

"That's so so weird. Shaun and Shawn." Jerry said, shaking his head. "You couldn't find anyone else?"

"I like him, thank you!" She said, crossing her arms across her chest and their father glared at Jerry, causing him to shut up.

"Movie?" Marc asked, looking over at Tony. He really didn't want to be in there anymore.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony smiled at the touch, sitting beside him again, watching Shaun curiously. Shawn...if it was the guy he was thinking of... he smirked faintly.

Marc's words brought him out of his thoughts and he glanced at him, wondered if he was uncomfortable, felt bad. "Sure..." He mumbled. Then he took a brave chance for him, just so Marc wouldn't have to do it. He had told himself he would never have to like him romantically. And he wouldn't if he didn't want. But the least he could do was this, taking his hand gently, careful of the bandages as he pulled him to his feet.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc heard Shaun from the floor- "Aw! Marcus!" He shook his head. "Don't get any ideas." He mumbled, trudging up the stairs. He fumbled with the PS3, turning it on and grabbing the controller as he put in a movie. He clicked play, then turned the controller off. He turned around, walking back over to Tony. He tipped his chin back, kissing him gently. His hand found it's way to his neck, then to his hips. He broke the kiss, bending down to get in the bunk bed. He laid the wrong way across it, piling pillows up under his head.