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“Pop! Hank hid my Giant Boy Detective books again!” Is the first thing he hears when he steps out of the X-1. Groaning as he watches Dean scamper his way into the landing bay. With of course, Hank trailing right behind him. Already denying the accusations.
“Why did I even bother with the hassle of getting pregnant if this was what I was going to be dealing with for the rest of my life…” He grumbles under his breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose. As Brock steps out behind him, dropping his duffle bag to the ground loud enough to make Rusty wince a moment.
“Boys, your father has just had a long week. And he had a MASSIVE headache, please,” He sighs, as the boys finally make their way to him. Still arguing about god knows what.
“Dean’s totally lying! I didn't touch his stupid books, he probably just lost them when he went to read them on the toilet!” Hank argues, which prompts another far too shrill whine from Dean. Much to Rusty(and his headache)’s dismay.
“I’m not lying, you're the liar Hank!”
Rusty opens his mouth to say something, but is quickly interrupted by Brock’s booming voice, who seemed to also be annoyed by the instant bickering.
“Boys! Can we get settled in before we argue about books?” Brock grunts, as he swings the storage panel open with a loud screech. And instantly, the two bickering teens go quiet.
“Sorry Brock…” They speak in tandem, before sadly slinking back into the house. And Rusty lets out a sigh of relief, at the temporary silence.
“Thank you Brock, I think my head would have exploded if I had to hear them arguing after the bullshit we got back from.” Rusty turns to Brock, watching as the brick wall of a man heaved the heavy crate from the storage.
“Yeaaahh… Those conferences are always a headache. Especially the banquet this year…” Brock chuckles a moment, at the memory.
“God, what a nightmare. You’d think they'd stop inviting Professor Newtonion after last year when he threw up during his speech, but noooo,” Rusty groans, as he remembers the events. But he laughs, too.
“Right, and then he lunged at Dr Ferramohn because she corrected him during the conference,” Brock laughs, as he sets the crate down. Closing the latch behind him as the stairs to the X-1 slide back into place.
“I’m just glad she isn't arching me after that. It was like a bar fight in there once he got her hair.” Rusty snorts, “I’m just glad I’m not the one paying for those broken tables.”
“Yeah, you’d have to turn off the power again to afford it,” Brock adds. As the two make their way back inside the compound, until they reach the living room where the boys had congregated.
And thank the metaphorical gods above, they had seemingly forgotten all about their argument now. With Dean flipping through channels on TV while Hank seemed to be doing… An impression of what he thought doing Yoga looked like? Rusty couldn't actually quite tell what the shaky, clumsy tangle of limbs that was his Son was doing on the floor. While also simultaneously on one foot, ready to fall at any moment.
“Oh hey Pop! Did you bring us anything cool?” Hank asked, as he somehow untangled himself from… whatever that was. Catching the attention of Dean who looked away from his bored TV stare.
“Oh! Yeah, did ya? I heard they had that giant museum there too with the dinosaur fossils, could we go there soon?”
Aaaand there it was again. That headache.
“Errrr, boys we were really bus-” Rusty started, but it seemed Brock interrupted to save the day.
Like he always did, that magnificent man.
“Yeah, we managed to snag these for ya,” Brock handed the boys some small trinkets.. which… Rusty definitely remembered being on the tables before the fight had begun at the Conference's after Party.
Brock seemed to notice how Rusty reacted, and merely winked as the boys excitedly bounded away with their useless tiny machines and glass figurines.
“Ooooh… You're smart,” He snorts quietly, until they hear the bedroom door close just a BIT too loud upstairs. But frankly, he couldn't be assed to care this time. Because Brock’s genius swiping gave them about 30 minutes of peace.
Thank. God.
“Hey, nobody noticed. Plus, didn't pay shit to keep them quiet for a bit.” Brock hums, before seemingly glancing toward the bathroom. More than a few times. Very obviously hinting at well… Rusty knew.
“Okay fine.. Saves water anyway..” Rusty sighs, letting Brock lead him. “It's not going too far this time though…”
“...Fine..”