"I know I've never mentioned him before, but that was my older brother. His name is Weston."

Brendon keeps his eyes on the sidewalk, but listens in rapt attention as Dallon tells him the details of his older brother. He can't help but compare Weston's story with his. Same actions with different intentions. Weston ran away for love, and he ran away from love.

He would have done the same thing, with the way he's living right now. Being forced to get married and such.

"I didn't think I'd have a niece though. Nikki is a sweet girl." Dallon says fondly, his gaze full of warmth that makes Brendon smile. "My other brothers would love her. I'm sure my parents would, if they were still here."

"Nikki is a good girl. Who wouldn't love that little kid? She's charming." Brendon adds, then turns to Dallon with a teasing smile. "I think she gets it from the uncle."

"Being charming is in our blood, Bren." Dallon says with a lopsided grin that made Brendon roll his eyes at him.

"Yeah, okay sure. Whatever you say."

"Don't roll your eyes on me. I know you're not immune to it." Dallon retorts, and Brendon wonders if Dallon even realizes that the brunette's charm is his greatest weakness.

Brendon just laughs, and they continue to walk on home. No need to say that out loud now. Not right now, Urie.

"Okay, so. I think you should expect a visitor. I'm planning to catch up with Weston, you know? It'd be nice if you two get to know each other." Dallon says, once they reached their apartment. "Unless you have other plans?"

"Uh, no?" Brendon is suddenly nervous at the idea of meeting Dallon's brother personally. He hasn't even asked Dallon out on a date yet and just the idea of meeting his older brother personally is already making his stomach turn.

Dallon seem to have noticed his sudden discomfort, then laughs. He wraps an arm around his shoulders as assurance. Dallon isn't all that touchy, but when he does, Brendon just flushes.

"Don't worry. Weston will like you just fine, Bren. I know it."

****

Dan is laughing at him.

"You're just going to introduce yourself to his brother. You're not gonna ask Dallon's hand in marriage." Dan said in between his laughs. Brendon sends him a glare of a warning but it doesn't faze his boss.

"Well, not yet, anyway." Dan adds cheekily.

Punching his boss in the arm could probably cost his job, but Dan's too easy going for that, and resumes to laugh at him.

"But this is someone important in Dallon's life! I don't wanna make a bad first impression to his older brother." Brendon frets, that if he makes a wrong move, he'll never have a chance to ask Dallon out.

Dan's laughter fades, as his expression turns into something solemn. "You really do care for him, huh?"

Without hesitation, Brendon answers. "Of course."

His boss hums, crossing his arms against his chest and leans against the wall. Dan gives him this gauging stare that unnerves him.

"How does it feel? To like someone?"

Brendon stares at Dan incredulously. It's a question he didn't think he'd hear from his boss. What kind of question is that?

So, he just settles with a chuckle. But even he sounds unsure how to answer that question. "That's an odd question. It's like you've never experienced it yourself."

Dan just shrugs, but his face is anything but joking. "I really don't know. I might have experienced it, but I'm not sure if that's it."

That would explain why Dan's still single.

Brendon clears his throat, trying to keep the warmth in his cheeks in check as tries to explain the feeling to Dan. "It's just... When I see Dallon, I get this weird feeling in my stomach."

"Is this the 'butterflies in my stomach' thing?" Dan asked out of curiosity, and Brendon nodded.

"Yeah, that's it. And then you feel like your heart is beating so loud and fast, that you're afraid the other person might hear it."

"That's not possible though." Dan chimes in, an amused smile settling his lips.

"Yeah, but that's what you'll feel." Brendon said, as he gives Dan a fond, faraway look as he remembers everything about Dallon. "They're going to make you clumsy, or stutter in your words. You're going to make an embarrassment in front of the person you like but at the end of the day, seeing them happy from those little mistakes is going to make it worth it."

Dan seems to ponder about that. Furrowed eyebrows, and firm setting of his mouth as he thinks.

"Do you think that's love? Do you love Dallon?"

If Brendon was his old self, he would have said 'Yes, that's love.' But his stay with Dallon taught him some things. The word love itself is too vast, too general. It could mean all sorts of things, or it could probably just be infatuation, for all he knows.

"I'm not sure yet." Brendon says softly, and it's the truth. He learned the hard way that feelings aren't enough to determine that factor. Holding hands or kisses under the stars isn't enough for that.

He wants Dallon. It sounds objectifying and possessive. But it's not really with bad intentions. It's just that when he looks at Dallon, it's like he's too... pure? No, fragile. It's like wanting something you can't touch out of fear that it might break.

He knows the pain in Dallon's eyes that even the older man himself doesn't notice, even when he acts like he's strong like he always does, Brendon sees beyond that facade.

That's what he get for always keeping an eye on Dallon.

He doesn't know what made him decide to try and push his luck, with his plans on asking the brunette out on a date.

But perhaps, it's the fear of knowing that staying with Dallon won't last. And he doesn't want to regret it.

"I think I get it." Dan says, interrupting his thoughts. He almost forgot his boss was there out of his musings.

"Get what? About knowing what it's like to like someone?"

Dan chuckles, as he pushes himself off the wall and approaches his side, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"No, I'll know that in my own time." He says amusedly, but then shifts his expression with a soft gaze. "I just know that you'll be good for him. And his brother would be impressed with that."

"H-How do you know?"

Dan gives his shoulder a squeeze, as if it gave the answer. "I don't know about love, or all that. But just seeing how you talked about him is already enough."

And with that, Dan let's go of his shoulder, and takes his leave from the room. Silence then surrounds the room and leaves him to his thoughts. The discussion gave Brendon a whole new realization of what he feels for Dallon.

He's pretty sure it's not infatuation anymore.

In his head, he can imagine words that make sense in his mind. He can hear a rhythm, a melody. He can imagine words that equals the harmony that his mind conjures as his brain remembers faint images of everything he sees about Dallon.

And so, he takes out the pen from his pocket and writes against his skin:

"When the world get too heavy
Put it on my back
I'll be your levy
You are taking me apart like bad glue
On a get well card"

****

Since his talk with Weston, Dallon has thought a lot of things.

How would his brothers react if he told them he saw Weston again? How would Matty react? Would Weston's family like him? Would Nikki want him as an uncle?

While he's glad that he settled things with Weston, he still has worries. This a bad habit of his; always thinking ahead when it hasn't happened yet.

Dallon was about to turn to the corner of the street, until someone called him.

"Hey! Dallon, wait!"

Dallon turns around to the voice who called, and sees a familiar man. Brown hair, round face, book.

He watches as the other man catches up to him, panting as he jogged his way towards him. "H-Hey. 'You remember me?"

"Uh, Spencer, right?"

Dallon was kind of unsure if he got the name right, but he's relieved when the man nodded eagerly.

"So, you found an apartment around here then?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah. Just close by here. Okay, look. Sorry to cut this casual conversation short, but I was hoping I could talk to you about something. If you have time?" Spencer says, who seems eager for his response.

"Sure?"

"Perfect. Let's go to a cafe. A different one, just close here."

Dallon isn't sure what Spencer would want to talk about with him, but a cafe is a good enough, crowded place just in case the other man does anything shady.

Besides, it seems important.

****

"Oh my god, who is he? I gotta know who he is."

Brendon couldn't help but smile as he hears the excited tone of Sarah's voice. He hasn't heard one of his best friend's voice in so long. From the moment he got home, he doesn't know how long they've been talking on the phone now.

They went through how he's doing, how he's living his life, and then he mentions about someone he made a song about. That's when Sarah squeals in delight that made Brendon chuckle.

"Sarah, calm down. I'll tell you all about him. Tell me what you think, okay? You're always a good judge of character."

"Tell me all the juicy details! I'm listening." Sarah exclaims; always the supportive friend that she is. He loves her dearly.

"Okay, okay. So, his name is Dallon Weekes."

Brendon starts off explaining how they both met, on how he started living with Dallon, and just about everything there is to say about the brunette. His friends, his family, and even Zero.

"How long has it been since you wrote a song?" Sarah interrupts, stopping his talk. Now that he thought about it, it's been...

"Years?"

"Exactly." Sarah confirms, which made him more confused. "This guy is special enough that made you write a song. You wrote a song, and that's something you haven't done in years. And when was the last time you've done that?"

"When I was with..." He hesitates, but musters the strength to say the name anyway. "Ryan."

He heard Sarah sigh from the other line, and it was something she did when she's concerned. "Brendon, I'm worried. This Dallon guy sounds wonderful, but that's probably how you made it sound. What if he hurts you like--"

"He's not Ryan." He quickly added, before she reaches to the conclusion.

"Okay, so he's not. But what if he hurts you?"

"That's inevitable, Sarah. We will always get hurt." Brendon answers, his chest feeling a heavy weight as he speaks, feeling a lump on his throat. "People will always hurt others whether it's intentional, or not. Dallon isn't different from that, but he's just... he's worth it."

He smiles sadly, remembering the sight at the cafe, with Dallon laughing as he tries his best to wipe off the tears that fall from his eyes as he talked to his brother. "Seeing him hurt already hurts me in so many ways, you have no idea. Because it's not in my hands to heal the pain he's been struggling for years."

Sarah stays silent at that, as he let's out a shaky breath. "I want him to share his pain with me, so he doesn't have to go through it himself. He's been through so much. He deserves that smile on his lips. You should see it, Sarah. It's like he lits up the whole room with that one, gentle smile."

Brendon smiles to himself, and closes his eyes, seeing Dallon smiling at the back of his eyelids. "And what I would give to see it always." He says softly, and sincerely. It's as if he gave his heart to that one phrase with a lasting promise.

It took a while, before Sarah responds.

"You should introduce me to Dallon. I want to meet him."

Brendon opens his eyes, and blinks. Wait. What?

"Wait, what?" He repeated vocally, making sure he wasn't just hearing things from Sarah.

"I said I want to meet him, dummy." She scoffs, clearly unamused by his untrained ears. Brendon could just imagine her giving him the eye roll. "I. Want. To. Meet. Dallon. Got that? Give me your address."

He squints his eyes at that as he sit up from the bed he was lying from, squinting as if his best friend could see the suspicion in his eyes. "What are you planning?"

"Oh, nothing." She says sweetly that made Brendon even more suspicious. "I just wanna meet the guy that has you whipped."

Brendon dramatically gasps, feeling affronted as he fight off the blush that starts to form in his cheeks. "S-Shut up!"

Sarah just laughs, and Brendon just laughs along with her. He gives her the address, just because he misses her and gives her a warning not to do anything odd to Dallon.

"Don't worry! I'm not gonna do anything to him." She chuckles innocently, before adding the mysterious after note. "Yet."

She let's out a quick 'bye' before Brendon could even ask what she meant. He groans, fearing he's going to bring Dallon in some death wish he didn't wish for. Hopefully Sarah isn't too harsh on whatever she plans.

Brendon heard a bark from the living room, and a sound of the door closing. Dallon must be home.

"Dallon? Welcome home." He says as he enters the living room.

Something felt off, when Dallon just stood there, staring at him with an unreadable expression.

"You okay, man?"

Dallon blinks, then opens his mouth to speak, but closes it fast. He looks everywhere but Brendon, and one thing to note is the pinkish tint of color in Dallon's cheeks.

"I-I'm, uh, fine. I'm fine." Dallon stammers, the blush becoming more prominent in his cheeks that just further fuels Brendon's confusion.

"I-I should, uh, go back to my room and, uh, change."

"Uh, yeah, sure."

Brendon watches as Dallon awkwardly shuffles past him, his head down low, with his hair covering his eyes.

"B-Brendon?" Dallon calls out once he reached the door of his room, his back facing him.

"Yeah?"

Dallon turns, peeking at him over his shoulder. He seemed hesitant but says it anyway. "Y-You look nice."

The brunette enters the room quickly and closes his door. Leaving Brendon gaping at him with the blush burning in his own cheeks.

What just happened?

****

[LONG A/N: Ugh finally.

I'm sorry it took long. I already had a draft for this, then it got deleted. I was so annoyed, I didn't continue it for a while. And then when I continued, I was having some trouble on how to pace the story. But I got through it and I liked how it ended much better than the first draft.

I was thinking I would make the story a 'bit' faster. I don't want to keep putting some backstory and have the story reach 20+ chapters or something. You might get bored of it. You do see how long each chapter is hahaha! I decided I would keep some of the character's back story short but easy for you to guess/interpret on how they happened. That's cool, right?

This has reached 5k holy heck hooow?? I didn't think it would reach this high??? Thank you so much?? I didn't even think I would be writing fan fiction in my lifetime but I tried and people actually like it??? Oh my god????

(If you don't mind, can someone tell me about my writing style? Just feedback and all, 'cuz someone mentioned I have a specific style and I'm kinda confused about those stuff?)

THANK YOU FOR READING AND SORRY FOR THE MISTAKES! P.S. Just so you know, I wanna finish this soon, 'cuz I have like, 10+ (in addition to 30 more) Brallon prompts waiting to be written in my drafts that I would love for you guys to read.]