WARNING: Mentions of smoking, vaping, weed, and anti-police language. Read at your own risk. 

It was an accident that all three of them ended up in the living room together, alone. If they would have realized, they all might have left at separate times for separate fake reasons. That was the first time Steve Montgomery, Matt Garretty, and Andrew Detmer were all in the same room together, just the three of them, in over ten years. Matt was the first to walk into the living room, spotting an empty couch and laying on it, pulling out his ear buds and vape pen to listen to music and take a relaxing smoke break. Steve walked in next, taking a chair nearby, his attention focused on his phone watching a livestream of Andrew in Seattle. Neither of them noticed each other, and still didn't when Andrew walked in. Andrew didn't even see Matt, walking past him to say hi to Steve and steal the chair next to him. However, Andrew soon noticed Matt, who had just taken out his earbuds to enjoy the silence of the room. It was almost like a scene from a movie when they both noticed each other at the same time, scrambling out of their seats, fists at their sides, glaring at one another, staring for what felt like hours without movement. No one in the room moved, Steve staring at both Andrew and Matt, but not daring to get up. It ended when Andrew turned around and waved Matt off with his hand, going back to his chair, not caring what the other man did. 

"So after all this time, you've finally stopped antagonizing me, huh? How long did it take, ten years? Most of which you were dead." Matt snarked, still standing in front of the couch. 

"Not really. I just figured it's a waste of time and power to deal with someone as stupid and useless as you. It's really easy now to just pretend you don't exist, I started that awesome idea when you were locked up in prison for going against me." Andrew was done with Matt rilling him up, it was boring, and long, and in the end nothing good ever came from dealing with his younger cousin. So he moved on, ignored Matt, ignored the smoking and the shouting, and the complaining. Matt, however, could never move on from his older cousin. 

"All because you had this GRAND idea ten years ago that you were going to be... what were the words? An 'Apex Predator'. What the hell is THAT supposed to mean, Andrew? Huh? You can't just act like you're God, Andrew. You're not. There's a reason why our powers shouldn't be used like that, Andrew. You've killed so many people, so many innocent policemen and women just trying to do their job!" Andrew growled, getting up from his seat to face Matt. 

"I AM an Apex Predator, and you can do whatever you want with your powers, Matt. You can't control me, you can't STOP me, and you never will. You're too scared to try." He smirked, "Ans why shouldn't I get rid of those pigs? All they've done is try to hurt me, try to destroy me and my family and my home. They set the Needle on FIRE, Matt, they tried to burn my fucking home down, so you know what I did? I burned them too. Every single one of the responsible, I burnt them. Not really how I like to do it, but it seemed like a fitting method." 

"Andrew, you're insane! You're killing innocent people, Andrew! All for what? Justice? Cause that's not justice, that's revenge, Andrew. That's not a good thing, you shouldn't be seeking revenge!" 

"I'm not a KID anymore, Matt, I know what I'm doing. Plus, revenge is best served cold." Matt was caught off guard. Andrew had just thrown in a Megamind quote, and he had no idea why. He hoped that maybe responding back with the next line from the movie would diffuse the tension, so he prayed to God and rooted in his head deep for the quote. 

"... Not if it can be reheated in the microwave of Evil!" Andrew realized he'd said a Megamind quote and started laughing, causing both Steve and Matt to look at each other, both hesitant on what to do next. The laughing continued, Andrew almost on his knees laughing, until he suddenly stopped and rose back up again, eyes looking dark. 

"Nice comeback. I see you vape now. And you say I'M  going down the wrong path. Do you know what those things do to you? Vapes are for losers, man." 

"Vapes aren't for losers, but I feel bad for Steve. He married a loser." 

"If vapes aren't for losers, than neither is love, Garretty." 

"Alright. But I just don't get why you do what you do." Andrew shrugged and shook can his head. 

"Can we just agree what we both don't like each other and move on?" 

"... No. Maybe you can, but I can't, and I'm sorry. As much as I don't understand you, I still love you, Andrew, and I always have." 

"Maybe love IS for losers." 

"But you just said it wasn't!"

"It is if you do it. I guess we just have to agree that we can't understand each other. I'm fine with never looking at you again, but I'll ignore you if you start gazing at me with those stupid lovesick eyes. Go get a guy, or girl, whoever you like, Matt. Stop wasting time on someone who's already gone. Move on, dude. I did it, and you can too."

"Maybe I don't wanna be like my perfect older cousin with his perfect life, and perfect husband, and perfect kids, and perfect ideals. Maybe I don't want to be free, Andrew, maybe I want some sense of the way things used to be!" 

"Okay then. Not my circus, not my monkeys. Do whatever path you wanna follow, as long as it doesn't interfere with mine. But um.. if you do find someone or something  I'll be happy, I guess. Happy knowing you found something in your life that makes you feel less free and more you." 

"Thanks, Andy." 

"It's Drew, and there's no way in hell I'm saying you're welcome to you. You already got a compliment from me, and that's all the good I can stomach." 

"Alright. See you around, Drew." He picked up his vape pen and left, leaving Andrew and Steve alone. Andrew sat back in his chair, sighing loudly and looking over at his husband. 

"You did a good job, Drew. That went a lot better than I thought it would." Steve spoke, leaning in to give Andrew a kiss and smile at him. 

"Wait, are those Matt's earbuds?" Steve questioned, pointing at two little white blobs on the couch." 

"Oh, shit. GARRETTY! YOU FORGOT YOUR FUCKING EARBUDS!!" Andrew yelled, enjoying as Matt raced back into the room to grab them, spewing curses with his vape pen hanging out of his mouth and a joint in his other hand. If Matt was looking for things that were always going to stay the same, he could totally look at how often he forgot things and how often Andrew had to help him pick up the pieces. Things may change, but people are still people, and it takes a lot for a person to really change who they are inside.