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Grayson threw Wolfe a scathing smirk and stuck a middle finger up at him, "that's no way to talk to your grandma, Wolfe." He laughed it off after a moment of trying to keep a straight face and nodded, grabbing his own plate to portion out his own meal. He'd gotten pretty good at figuring out how much food he could eat by now, just enough to get full without making himself sick as a dog, "alright alright." He chuckled and pulled up a third chair to sit at the table and tuck in, glancing over at Wolfe when he spoke.

Seamus nodded and ran a hand through his hair, "spin down...Sounds like 'eaven..." He chuckled, glancing between them, "I'll prob'ly tuck in early, maybe watch some telly on the couch...All this mess 'as me a bit drained..." He was glad for a safe place with a good meal, it was more than he honestly expected, not the he'd doubted Wolfe would turn him away, but the worry had still been there.

Grayson looked up at Wolfe's question and paused, "actually I meant to talk to you about that...Like...I was gonna when you got home but...Anyway." He looked down, a little guilty, "I love living here...But like...Me'n Sky are gettin' serious...And they kinda' asked if I wanted to maybe move in with them?" He glanced up at Wolfe, clearly a bit torn on the decision, "if I did...I mean there'd be an empty space here, Seamus could always move in..." He felt a little bad leaving him high and dry like this, they'd gotten pretty tight, but he also liked the idea of waking up next to Skylar every morning. It was clear on his face that he was guilty and more than a little torn.

Wolfe listened seriously as Gray explained his plans, he couldn't totally hide tyke sudden disappointment he felt, but he understood it. Didn't mean he wouldn't miss this though.

"Yeah I get that...I'm probably not as much fun to live with as your looove interest..." he laughed to show no hard feelings.

He grew serious for a moment though staring at his plate, an idea he'd kicked around but hadn't taken seriously now getting some traction in his brsin.

"So I'm gonna float an idea past you both. ..don't have to answer right now. Or can answer with 'that's fucking stupid Wolfe and we're not doing it'...but...I dunno, been kicking around maybe buying a place...cause I mean I don't wanna live in a shitty apartment forever right? But like...I'd want this..." he gestured around the table. "Living alone blows, especially if you have a sweet setup..."

Grayson fixed the man with a dry expression at those words and chuckled, "shut up you loser." His expression softened and he laughed to show that he was only joking, truth be told he would miss this too, he liked Wolfe, and the man had done a lot for him since he'd moved in. He was good company, considerate, but it also felt weird not living with Skylar now that he was pretty damn sure they were a long term thing, and he missed them when they weren't around. He sighed softly, still looking conflicted as he continued to poke at and eat his food.

He glanced up, as did Seamus when Wolfe spoke, tilting his head with a curious expression. His idea put a light bulb over Grayson's head and he nodded slowly, chuckling, "you mean like...A house house? Together?" There was a shared glance between him and Seamus, and Grayson nodded, "I actually think that'd be fuckin' sick!" He chuckled, "like...It'd be easy as fuck to pay for with all of us!" He glanced to the side and cleared his throat, "and uh...Maybe I could see if Sky wanted to get in on this?" He didn't want to spring his partner on them, but he also had a feeling that was partly what Wolfe was suggesting anyway.

Seamus was nodding enthusiastically, "oi that sounds keen!" He grinned wide, "I'd love to live with you, burv!" He chuckled softly, "Gray's right, between the four'a us we'd have no problem maintaining a nice place!" He chuckled, "and y'know...We're all chums, so we don't 'ave to worry about crazy roommates! Be like a big 'ole fam'ly!" It was a splendid idea, and he was already excited for the prospect.

Wolfe hadnt expected a flat out rejection...but hadn't expected immediate enthusiasm either, and he found himself strangly touched by it. He chuckled a little, rubbing the back of his hair.

"I figured you'd at least have to think about it..."

He looked to Gray. "I mean, yeah, duh. Itd be shitty to suggest this after you said that about Skylar...then not include them...but should probably talk to them first too, I mean they seem cool to me, but maybe they're not crazy about living with me, I dunno." He laughed. "But yeah...I'm glad you guys like the idea, I think it'll be pretty badass."

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Grayson let out a sharp breath as he set down the box he was carrying, leaning back against the wall, he really felt his old injuries at times like this, he'd been helping the others move all their stuff into their rooms, along with his own furniture, though he'd given Skylar most of the control over how their bedroom was decorated and arranged. But he was starting to feel those sharp twinges of pain the more he carried heavy things inside.

It had not been difficult to get everyone on board with Wolfe's idea, he and Seamus had been quick to agree, and Skylar after a bit of convincing seemed to like it too, he was excited, both at the prospect of living in a real house, and the idea of living with three incredible people, it felt like a family, and he kept having to stop himself from becoming incredibly emotional as he considered that fact.

Seamus gave him a pat on the back when he noticed that he was hurting, "oi bruv, go 'ave a sit down on the couch, yeh?" He chuckled, "you 'ave done your part muscles, go ahead an' have a relax." Grayson gave the man a thankful nod as he pushed off from the wall and went inside to flop down on the couch, rubbing at his abdomen with a strained face, "uuuugh...I feel like a 90 year old fuckin' man!" He hated these limitations, but his tone was still good humored, he was too happy right now to be brought down by anything.

Skylar had been a bit on the fence about the idea at first, but after spending some more time with the other two, making sure they were all on the same page, or at least close enough to, on various important issues...and then seeing and falling in love with the house Skylar was on board with the idea.

They came downstairs from assembling some bedroom furniture to find Gray flopped over on the couch, they'd been worried about him overdoing it with the move, he wanted to be useful, but still had limitd of what he could do and they didn't want him to hurt himself.

They came and flopped on the couch with him, head in their lap.

"Hey, how you doing? Feeling ok?" They asked with a smile but also concern. "Hey. ..you know what we should do after all this work? Hot tub party!"

Grayson let out a long breath as he shifted his body to try and get more comfortable, grunting a little, he really had overdone himself, the other three had assured him it was fine, that if he needed to tap out of helping he could, but Grayson was stubborn and liked to pretend like the wasn't all busted up inside, "Oof..." He rubbed at his side, glancing up when he spotted Skylar coming downstairs.

He waved to them, giving them a slightly tight grin when they flopped down and into his lap, chuckling as he ran his fingers through their hair, "I'm-ah-fine..." He tried to subdue a wince, "think I mighta' over did it...Pulled and twisted somethin' that ought not be pulled and twisted..." He laughed and laid back, tugging at them to lay with him, "or maybe I just got the body of a 90 year old man." He snickered softly, planting a kiss on them when they came closer.

At the mention of a hot tub, his face brightened, "Right! I forgot we had a fuckin' hot tub! I ain't never been in one before!" He smirked and stuck his tongue out at Skylar, looking cheeky, "you sure you ain't just suggestin' that so you can see me topless and wet?" He narrowed his eyes playfully, "does sound nice though..." He was sure the other two would go for that, "we got dogs and the grill set up, I could grill us up some good hot dogs!"

"Awww you're pretty cute for a 90 year old man. But I did tell you to be careful and not hurt yourself." They chided gently, reaching up to poke him in the chest. "We've got time, everything doesn't have to be done today."

At the suggestion Sky only wanted to see him half dressed, they grinned but with a little bit of a flush. "Yeah you figured me out..."

They stood up. "I'll go see if the guys wanna join us, throw on some food...but you. You go get ready and we'll go jump in there...I'll even throw in a backrub." They leaned in to give him a quick kiss.

Grayson laughed softly and nodded, wincing a little with a soft hiss, "Yeah you told me, I thought I'd be alright..." He huffed softly, "what good's bein' built like a truck when the truck's all banged up'n shit?" He chuckled to show that he was mostly joking, his expression softening as he wrapped his arms around them tightly, "though I suppose they're good for snuggling you, eh?" He laughed softly.

He nodded when Sky got to their feet, grunting with another wince as he got up himself, "alright cool!" His face flushed a little red when Sky offered to give him a backrub and he cleared his throat, "w-well I uh...I can't say no to thaaat." He'd never been in a hot tub or gotten a good backrub, doing both sounded a bit like his own personal heaven. He was eager as he slipped up the stairs to their bedroom, where his clothing was tucked away in bags.

It took him a moment to actually find his swim shorts and pull them on, pulling off his shirt to set it on the dresser that had been set up already. He didn't ever feel nearly as nasty when he looked himself over anymore, it was still there, especially when he looked at the still grotesque scar on his abdomen, but he didn't feel the same sickening loathing, he was more content with himself. After a moment of tying his shorts he slipped back downstairs and out to the back yard, picking up the remote to the hot tub so he could turn it on and to an acceptable temperature, letting it heat up while he waited for Sky.

"You always think you'll be alright...then you push it too far and hurt yourself..." They weren't scolding though, or mocking. Just worried. "It's okay...there are so many things you are good at...so you can't lug around furniture up and down stairs all day ...it's cool. We all get it, and no one thinks anything less of you." They reassured him, snuggling up closer for a minute. It had been an uphill battle, trying to help him see he didn't always have to be the biggest, baddest, strongest, capable of everything, with something to prove...it hurt to watch mostly because so much of it really was this front he put on, afraid of being hurt or rejected if he didn't. Mostly Sky just wanted him to be okay, and not hurt himself trying to prove things no one here had asked him to prove.

As he stood they smiled and reached around to give him a little bit of a scratch up his back, before going off to find the other two guys to see what they were up to, and if they were ready for a break.

Gray had the tub to himself for a short while before Sky returned, padding bare foot over to join them dressed in short swim shorts and a tank top.

"They'll be along in a bit...Wolfe is sorting out his closet and Seamus was rattling around putting up stuff in his bathroom I think...but yeah, once they hit a break point they're totally up for food and pool and stuff!"

They had their own pool and patio and hot tub setup back here, they needed some sweet patio furniture, maybe one of those fancy fire pit things...but even as it was it was pretty cool. "You know, this place would be bad-ass to host our own pool parties at...should do that at some point!" They said as they slipped into the water, making an appreciative sound at the warm and the jets after a long day of hard work.

"Oooh man, that's nice." They leaned back against one of the jets, head lolled back for a few minutes before sliding over to sit right next to Gray, arm slung around their shoulders. "So good."

Grayson's face softened further and he nodded, looking a little sheepish as he chuckled, "I know..." He ran a hand through his hair, "I forget sometimes that I don't gotta prove nothin' 'round you guys..." This wasn't the streets of Mexico, where you had to be the biggest and the baddest to survive, this was a nice home in Vegas with people who saw his worth even when he wasn't being strong. It was hard to remind himself of that, and it was something he still struggled with, but between the three of them and the help he'd been getting from professionals, he was getting better.

He couldn't help a pleased shiver when Sky parted after running their nails over his back, and he still had chill bumps when he got outside to the hot tub. He looked pleased when he slipped in and got comfortable, resting his chin in his arms over the side and closing his eyes. He could already feeling his tight muscles relaxing.

He cracked an eye at them when they slipped in and nodded, "hey that sounds fun! Me'n you both could get the grill going and make some fuckin' good ass burgers, I got a good recipe for a sauce to mix into the meat? Out of this world." His mind always seemed to slip to cooking, he noticed.

He glanced over when Sky scooted closer and slung their arm over him, chuckling and pressing in closer, enjoying their warmth against his own bare skin, along with the warmth of the water, "this is soooo nice..."

Sky couldn't help but laugh as he started to immediately plot cooking out food for everyone.

"Hey. I thought you were feeling old and needed to rest." They teased. "You should be relaxing right now...we can do fancy burgers later if you like. Let the other guys handle it for a bit." They sank down into the water until just their face was above the surface before popping up again after a moment, making a face.

"Buuut then again...I mean, we saw what Wolfe did to that box of pancake mix...and that was a box of mix...how hard can it be...add water, add egg, mix up and put on a hot surface!" they raised their hands in protest of the somewhat lumpy, definitely burned pancakes he'd given them. "The man should just stick to cocktails, that's where his talent lies..."

Sky already liked Wolfe quite a bit...but the man wasn't going to be allowed to do too much in the kitchen, that they had already made their mind up on. They slid around behind him, pressing fingertips up and down their spine, then up onto their shoulders. "Man, you have got some *knots*...more hot tub for you!"

Grayson laughed and nodded when they scolded him for not relaxing, clearing his throat, "right right, 90 year old and everything..." He grinned wide, "I wouldn't trust them with ramen noodles, much less burgers!" His words were said in an affectionate manner, he loved Wolfe but the man could not find his way around the kitchen. When Skylar brought up the pancakes, Grayson glanced behind him and snickered, "he's gonna hear us!" He rested his head back down against the side and smirked, "he mighta' starved if I hadn't moved in." He wrinkled his nose in a playful expression, "I think that's the only reason he keeps me around." He was clearly joking with that, he knew Wolfe cared a hell of a lot.

His cheeks burned red and his eyes lit up when he felt their hands against his back, but after a moment he rolled his strong shoulders and sunk down further into the warm water, "no complaints there..." He chuckled, "I guess I do overwork myself...I get tense trying to lead a pack of hyenas at work..." Again, his voice was affectionate, because he loved the staff that he'd hired to work under him, they were a talented group, but running his own company was still stressful, and he was never aware of just how much it showed.