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*Brian has been painting things. A side effect of this is that he is now blue. Not entirely, sure, but he's pretty damned blue - looks like people've been attacking him with paintbrushes.

He looks good blue*

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*Brian nods cheerfully*

I'm blue.

Da ba dee.

Didn't your mum ever warn you against singing bad nineties tunes? Your mind might get stuck there.

Dude, my mum's a Queen fan. There will be no advice on music taken there, 'kay?

What, Queen doesn't rock you?

...For that, I may never speak to you again until tomorrow. Eurgh.

Okay.

*he sighs*

Le sigh of le world weary.

Whassup? Tell Uncle Brian. Who are, in fact, a ska band, but that's beside the point. In their absence, you c'n tell me.

It's probably best that they're a ska band and you're you, because I probably wouldn't tell a ska band that I broke up with Lucy.

Aaw. Fucksticks.

*he slings an arm around Adam's shoulders*

'sokay, I swear I'm dry. So you can forget about clothes and tell me what happened, yeah?

*Adam leans his head back onto Brian's shoulder.*

S'not really much to tell. I couldn't do it. I broke up with her.

Er. Couldn't do it?

Erm. Relationship. Big thing. She's... dead, you know.

*he rests his head against Adam's*

Did I know that? I probably knew that, right? Mind like a seive.

I guess it'd be harder with her being dead, yeah.

*a sigh*

Anything I c'n do?

Make her be alive?

Make me stop feeling like an utter ass?

Um. Not so much, mate. Sorry.

How about a joke, then?

Okay.

*he smiles easily, Adam can probably hear it in his voice, but his arm tightens around his friend*

How many dyslexics does it take to change a ligtyblub?

*Adam shakes his head and gives a low chuckle, but his eyes are closed and the smile doesn't reach his mouth.*

*Brian turns his head and buries his nose in Adam's hair, letting out a long breath*

Sorry, dude.

*it's a little muffled*

*Adam just nods, and shrugs, and leans on Brian.*

It'll be better. Later.

I'll be here in the meantime. Givin' ya hugs, snottin' on ya hair...

*Adam laughs, a little, and reaches back to swat at Brian.*

You snot in my hair, you're cleaning it up, man.

Ack, cleaning?

Okay, I swear, no snottin'.

Good, then we're set.

*he pulls back a little and gives Brian a half-hearted smile.*

Enough of my sobbing, what've you been up to? You get me my cheezie puffs?

Er. Sure?

*he looks kinda guilty*

I got a thing, this weekend. I'll be back after and I'll come stay, I swear, but 'Lissa roped me into this thing...