Of Hysterics & Heartaches.

"Of course, darling." Barry grinned at the boy, kissing him sweetly before sitting him down in the car alongside Toni, yelling into the house that he was going to drop them off at his place.

Trever waved them off, not too concerned about it in the least. Instead he went to pick out a special betch to work on while Barry was gone.
Killian decided to walk home himself, shouldering the hateful glare from his mother that followed him home.

Barry did as he said before he was back over at Trever's house, entering the home and cringing as he heard Trever in the room with his bitch, though he should have expected nothing else from his best friend.

Trever poked his head out at Barry's return, eying the man carefully. "Sorry you had to lave Blaine." The man put his betch away, dragging the defenseless husman back to its pen.

"I don't mind. I love him but if you need me I need to be here for you." Barry nodded, sliding an arm around the man's shoulders.

"Hnm." Trever made a small noise in the back of his throat, glancing up at Barry. "What should I do with Toni?"

"Whatever you want." Barry nodded. "I mean that. If you still love him and you're willing to forgive him, then do that. But if you're too hurt and you don't feel like you can trust him anymore, let him go. It's up to you."

"You've changed." Trever smirked lightly up at his friend, poking Barry in the chest. "Since when are you so....able to forgive?"

"I think since I had Brice." He confessed. "He softened me up." Barry let out a soft chuckle.

"I doubt it. You know you'd kill that brat if he pissed you off bad enough." At least this is how Barry had been at one point. Barry had changed but Trever still wondered about him.

"Of course I wouldn't." Barry frowned lightly. "I wouldn't hurt my baby for anything in the world, Trever." He really had changed. He'd never lay a finger on Brice.

"Oh yeah, I forgot how you baby that kid." Trever had always enjoyed watching Barry with Brice, it made him believe in miracles. "Is he still with Shannon VanArnam?"

"Yeah, sadly." Barry grunted. He had never liked Shannon and he never would. The boy was simply not good enough for his baby.

"So I take it he and Killian still hate each other?" Trever had heard all about it from his son, and even if Killian had not said anything to him he had watched the way Brice and Killian fought over Shannon, it was viscous.

"Of course." Barry shook his head. "And it's all because of that Shannon slut." He groaned. "I don't get it, he's not even that cute. He's whiny too."

"He does seem really whiny." Trever lightly rubbed one of his temples. "His voice is like....Nails on a chalk board or some sh*t." The man had never really liked Shannon, if not because of Barry then because of Killian.

"And he has like every boy in the family fighting over him. I don't get it." He rolled his shoulders. "I can't stand the brat."

"Everyone fights over him?" Trever arched a brow, a small smirk claiming his features. No wonder why Brice was always such a tight arse.

"Well you know Killian and Brice do. Then there was something a while ago with Aaron kissing Shannon. And you know Shannon screwed Briley too before he and Brice were together. I just don't get it." He shook his head. Although Blaine was whiny too... Shannon was just ugh.

"Sounds like a slut." Trever chuckled softly, rather amused at the way Barry spoke of his sons lover. He could understand where the man was coming from though, he would hate to have some whore come in and make his children fight. "I thought Brice was better than that."

"I know. I thought so too." Barry sighed. He just wanted someone better for his son.

"Ya both leave mah princess alone.". Killian stepped inside the home, staring at his father decisively. "Dad, did ya ever tell Shannon heh was supposed to come home with meh?"

"Your princess is annoying as hell." Barry smiled lightly at his son. "But yeah, I called him. He said he was on his way."

Killian couldnt argue that Shannon was irritating at times, but he loved the boy all the same. "Alrigh' thank ya." He decided on going back outside to wait on Shannon.

Shannon had arrived at Killian's home nearly right as he left, so he was leaned against the door, tapping a heel impatiently on the porch as he waited.
"Why hello there." Shannon nodded, clicking his tongue at the man. "So I have to watch you because you can't be trusted, huh?" He giggled lightly, shaking his head.