Wilbur Edward Hammer—Willy and Eddy as a child, Ed as a teenager, Edward as an adult, Weddy to his wife, Dad to Justin—was most certainly not standing and staring to await the chance to glimpse Tony's ass. As far as he was concerned, Tony's ass was Justin's ass. Not in the way that they shared one sole ass or that they had the same ass in make and appearance (he hadn't taken the time to stare at either ass in question), but because he was rather convinced that this "thing" between the two of them was really quite serious. Waking them up was one them, joking about being chased down by bears or chainsaw-wielding psychopaths (or chainsaw-wielding bears, if he wanted to get even more absurd) was about as far as he was willing to go. He'd come up to fetch the cooler and other things he didn't feel the two of them could manage very well on their own, if only because he'd figured they would probably take a while to get their asses (which he had no interest in, ever) in gear. That and...
"I knew it!" came from outside the tent, just as Justin had gotten his top on and tossed Tony's his way, pulling out his glasses from the case, "Justin, you took the wrong bottle with you. You left your mother and I with that sparkling grape juice and took the wine for yourself, did you know that?"
It took Justin a split second to think back. Did he know that? No, he didn't. Could it come across as him having been of the mindset to break Tony's sobriety? Maybe. But it had been a simple error, considering both bottles looked almost the same. Hell, Justin had just assumed when they'd gone into the tent for the night that it was fine to leave it as it was. Sure, the ice would melt (slowly, though, considering the weather) and turn to water that had to be dumped out (which he could hear happening that very instant), but it could always be refrigerated again and none the worse for the wear. It wasn't milk, after all.
"No, I didn't know," came from him after he narrowed his eyes, shaking off the worry that Tony might take it the wrong way. He was a brilliant man who could see things other people might never see, but Justin didn't think him overly paranoid. Everyone made mistakes; Tony had admitted he did it, too. There was no ground to stand on with the idea that Justin had meant anything terrible by it. "Is that why you came? Just to get the cooler?"
There was a grunt and no more response, so Justin simply leaned over to look outside the opened (and bright, Goddamn that sunlight) flap, lips pursed as he looked about...and found only the figure of his father retreating with said cooler and whistling a tune that took Justin a moment to realize and another moment to roll his eyes damn near out of his head and laugh quietly as he pulled back and looked over at his amore with a look that couldn't be anything other than apologetic.
"You're not scarred now, are you? Traumatized for life? Anything?"
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"I knew it!" came from outside the tent, just as Justin had gotten his top on and tossed Tony's his way, pulling out his glasses from the case, "Justin, you took the wrong bottle with you. You left your mother and I with that sparkling grape juice and took the wine for yourself, did you know that?"
It took Justin a split second to think back. Did he know that? No, he didn't. Could it come across as him having been of the mindset to break Tony's sobriety? Maybe. But it had been a simple error, considering both bottles looked almost the same. Hell, Justin had just assumed when they'd gone into the tent for the night that it was fine to leave it as it was. Sure, the ice would melt (slowly, though, considering the weather) and turn to water that had to be dumped out (which he could hear happening that very instant), but it could always be refrigerated again and none the worse for the wear. It wasn't milk, after all.
"No, I didn't know," came from him after he narrowed his eyes, shaking off the worry that Tony might take it the wrong way. He was a brilliant man who could see things other people might never see, but Justin didn't think him overly paranoid. Everyone made mistakes; Tony had admitted he did it, too. There was no ground to stand on with the idea that Justin had meant anything terrible by it. "Is that why you came? Just to get the cooler?"
There was a grunt and no more response, so Justin simply leaned over to look outside the opened (and bright, Goddamn that sunlight) flap, lips pursed as he looked about...and found only the figure of his father retreating with said cooler and whistling a tune that took Justin a moment to realize and another moment to roll his eyes damn near out of his head and laugh quietly as he pulled back and looked over at his amore with a look that couldn't be anything other than apologetic.
"You're not scarred now, are you? Traumatized for life? Anything?"