kill whoever called him that!

doesn't think that matters. And maybe he's trying to exorcise in his study. It isn't going well.

[xDD There's a demon in the study?]

exercise* sorry. )

[Mwah. I'm teasing]

....is trying not to laugh. He refuses to laugh, but he peeks into the study, because he can't possibly miss this.

laying on the floor, trying to do sit-ups. Trying being the key word.

....might be filming this with his cell. He had the cutest boyfriend ever.

would hurt him if he knew. He's done.. ten sit-ups so far and he was already tired.

films for a few more moments before tucking the cellphone away and entering the study, clapping.

startles, sitting upright. He frowns at him.

grins at him. "Hey, I found a sexy thing all sweaty and working out. Lucky me~"

blushes faintly, but he wipes his brow, moving to stand up. His glasses were resting on his desk. "You could know."

knock*)

shuts the door behind him. "You're lucky I even used a door." Moving forward to help him up, he pulled the brunette close against him. _

_"Why the sudden urge to work out, liebe?"

a little out of breath still. "Gilbert, I'm sweaty.." He complains. "And.. No reason. I just felt the need to get my blood pumping. Is-

-that wrong?"

would hold him if he was covered in mud. Besides, what about when they slept together? "It's not wrong, it's...unlike you. Don't you_

_usually go walk in the park or something?"

- "I thought I'd try something new."

him a skeptical look "You sure?"

licks his lips, brushing his hair back. "Very."

's gaze drops a little at that, and he leans in to steal a quick kiss. "Interesting..."

blushes faintly. "What is?" :/

grins. "You are." He licks at Roderich's bottom lip, sucking on it lightly.

shudders, making a soft sound. "Mmh.." He pulls back a bit. "Why is that?" BT

laughs softly "Because you decided to work out all of a sudden."

frowns and moves to get out of his hold.

holds him tightly, knowing he was stronger. "I didn't say it was bad."

- "But you're laughing." He wriggles in his hold, trying to get free. :/

kisses his jaw, holding him still. "Not at you. I just think its cute."

bites his bottom lip. "It isn't."

it is. He pulled back a little, pressing their foreheads together "If you tell me the real reason, I'll help you."

- "I don't need help.."

10 push-ups at a max means he needs helps. "Liebe, it's not nice to lie to your boyfriend."

scowls a bit, childish. "I don't care."

nuzzles his jaw. "Liebste~"

pulls away. "No."

-"Why?"

- "I don't know.."

he's a little defensive. "Roddy..."

isn't defensive.

he is if he doesn't know why he's objecting. "I can help you know.."

shakes his head. "I don't want help, Gilbert."

why? "Not even me holding down your legs while you do sit ups?"

too prideful. He sighs. "I don't know."

kisses his cheek. "I'm not West, but I work out too. I could help you for whatever reason you're doing this." But he adored Roddy's body_

_just as it was. As the Austrian should know by the amount of times he'd felt him up.

sighs. He didn't want to look like Ludwig. "I'm just tired of people always assuming that I'm weak."

this will be a bad time to say he /knows/ Roddy is weak. "Well...who's been giving you a hard time? You know more than anyone that there's _

_different kind of strengths, Roddy."

... stares at him. "I'm sorry, but what is that supposed to mean?"

might be trying to make him feel better about himself. "Well there's not only physical strength. You're smarter than most people, and you_

_can handle lots of shit emotionally, and..." He wondered if he was doing a bad job.

- "You think I'm weak."

tries to think. "That's not true! You're uh...you're good with a sword! Not as good as me, but you can kick ass in your own right."

- "You think I'm weak." He says firmly, glaring at him.

doesn't like that glare "I said you weren't! It takes strength to handle a sword, Roddy, That's my weapon of choice too! It know you're_

_strong to handle one."

shakes his head. "I understood that look in your eyes."

sighs. "Roddy. Does it bother you that much? You're not weak. You're just...not significantly strong either. But you've been fine all this _

_time, why change now?"

doesn't answer him. He takes his glasses and leaves the study.

goes after him, tugging him back "Roddy, don't be mad."

yanks his arm free. "Don't touch me." He walks down the hall to the bathroom. He needed a bath.

follows him "Roddy, did you want me to lie to you?"

slams the bathroom door shut, locking it. He doesn't know why this gets to him. Worse, that it hurts more coming from Gilbert.

doesn't get why it bugs him either. He likes being able to pick Roddy up whenever he pleases and taking care of him. "Liebe..."

just doesn't like being thought of as weak. He ignores him and runs a warm bath.

doesn't think he's...weak. Just not as strong as some other people. He sighs softly, leaving to get something to pick the lock with.

doesn't need to hear it from Gilbert. He adds bath salts to the water before slipping out of his clothes and shutting off the water.

figures Roddy could use the bath time to calm down anyways. He finally manages to pick the lock, and places a glass of wine on_

_the edge of the tub before leaving for him to relax.

sighs. He slips into the warm bubbles. "Stay." He says softly.

pauses, peeking back in. "You sure?"

nods and pats the edge of the tub for him to sit.

sits on the edge of the tub, holding out the glass of wine for him.

takes it, taking a slow sip before setting it down. He isn't really looking at him though.

sighs softly. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it how it came out."

closes his eyes. "Didn't seem that way."

going to actively think before he speaks. "You know...that I'm shit with my words, Roddy."

- "That isn't being shit with words, Gilbert. That was being.. far too honest."

sighs. "Okay, but..." How was he supposed to say it? "Don't take this the wrong way or anything" Which he will. "But I like being stronger _

_than you. Not for the old reasons! I just like that I can pick you up and carry you off and take care of you and stuff."

picks up his wine glass, drinking from it deeply.

knows he messed that up too. "Okay, if you really want to get stronger and stuff, I'll help you. But..." He sighs. How was he supposed to_

_explain this? "Okay. You know how...I'm emotionally.." What was the word? "fucked up? And you're always there for me right? So what if I _

_became more stable or whatever, and didn't need you to emotionally coddle me anymore. Then you'd feel like you weren't needed, right?"

blinks, staring at him. "... And why do I want to feel unneeded?" He frowns at him.

he's taking this the wrong way. "Nein, I'm saying that..." He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I don't want you to get stronger,_

_because then I'll feel like you don't need me anymore...okay?" Geez. v.v

drains the last of his wine, mulling that over for a moment. Hm. He guessed he had a point. It wasn't as if he could get any stronger -

-regardless. "I suppose."

sighs. He made a huge confession, and he gets an 'I suppose.'. "Are you still mad?"

- "I'm sorry for being so horrible." He murmurs softly, closing his eyes. "It's frustrating. More frustrating than you can probably -

-understand."

doesn't think he's horrible. "You're not. Do you wanna talk about it?"

knows he's horrible. "What's the use."

knows he isn't. "It might make you feel better to vent, instead of lash out..."