Kadar pointed his fork at him looking annoyed again, “My brother likes you, like really really likes you, and you totally fucked him over,” he informed him. “You have no idea what Malik was like when you left and I had to deal with it and try my damnedest to help him out because he kept waiting for you,” Altair felt terrible listening to Kadar, but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t expecting. “I refuse to do that again too, or let him go through that for a third fucking time. So if you’re going to fuck with my brother again know I will. Kick. Your. Ass,” he ended in a growl and Altair didn’t even bother to think Kadar wouldn’t give him a run for his money, he wasn’t some weakling after all. Sure he was a nerd but he was still ex-military and with a brother like Malik he doubted Kadar had forgotten how to fight.
“Trust me, that isn’t the plan,” Altair said and shoved some of the bread into his mouth, having made a mess of the crust, he hated the crust. “And you said third time, what was the first?” he asked carefully. He really hoped it wasn’t Ezio.
Kadar didn’t answer right away, he just shoved another strip of bacon in his mouth along with some toast, chewing in a sort of angry though thoughtful manner. “His name was Sam and that’s all I’m saying. You wanna know about Sammy you get to ask him. Because that’s one thing I’m not comfortable going into.”
“Why?” Altair leaned his folded elbows against the counter.
“Because I don’t like talking about the dead. Bad karma or whatever,” and Kadar made and little dismissive hand motion.
“Okay,” Altair nodded slowly. He wasn’t so keen on actually asking Malik about it. How big of a bad move would that be? Bringing up a dead boyfriend he probably wasn't supposed to know about ranked up there with the stupidest things he’d ever done in his life. Best to let that one lie for a while before he even thought about asking. He ate the rest of the bread as Kadar moped up the yolk of his eggs with his toast and as the younger man was going to start the cleanup Altair found himself asking, “You seem oftly interested in Malik’s love life. Boyfriend situations non withstanding.”
“He’s in my love life, I don’t see why I shouldn’t muck around in his,” he said turning on the water.
“Yeah well my cousin, the smart one, is trying to get in your pants, I think he has plenty of reason for concern.”
Kadar found that amusing, “Yeah, I wouldn’t touch Federico with a nine foot stick.”
Altair blinked at him, “But you were always giving Malik a hard time about him butting into your love life about that-
“I like giving my brother a hard time,” and then he turned and pointed a soapy at hand. “Do not tell Malik I just told you that. I get way too much enjoyment about making him worry I’ll fuck his best friend’s brother.
Altair actually smiled in disbelief, unable to believe that Kadar was actually playing Federico. He’d honestly never heard or such a thing. “Is he still trying to sleep with you?” he asked leaning on the counter.
“Yep,” Kadar nodded. “Not. Interested.”
“Any reason?”
“Not my type. I like girls more for starters.”
“So you’re saying my cousin is ugly?”
Kadar sent him an annoyed half-glare that looked just like a look Malik would give him, Altair grinned. “I’m not into playboy Italians who think they’re gods’ gift to humanity. Federico’s good looking, not as terribly shameless as his brother, still not my thing. Not to mention, have you seen your Aunt? She is so scary!”
Altair laughed at that. “She isn’t,” Altair informed him, “You’re just easily intimidated.”
“Fuck you I’ve been shot at, not to mention blown up, and that was the time that didn’t include an RPG,” Kadar snarked.
Altair snorted, “Okay, okay,” he held up both hands in a peace keeping manner. Kadar finished cleaning up and as he was putting away the dishes Altair decided to go shower, still thinking about what the younger man had said about Malik.
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“Trust me, that isn’t the plan,” Altair said and shoved some of the bread into his mouth, having made a mess of the crust, he hated the crust. “And you said third time, what was the first?” he asked carefully. He really hoped it wasn’t Ezio.
Kadar didn’t answer right away, he just shoved another strip of bacon in his mouth along with some toast, chewing in a sort of angry though thoughtful manner. “His name was Sam and that’s all I’m saying. You wanna know about Sammy you get to ask him. Because that’s one thing I’m not comfortable going into.”
“Why?” Altair leaned his folded elbows against the counter.
“Because I don’t like talking about the dead. Bad karma or whatever,” and Kadar made and little dismissive hand motion.
“Okay,” Altair nodded slowly. He wasn’t so keen on actually asking Malik about it. How big of a bad move would that be? Bringing up a dead boyfriend he probably wasn't supposed to know about ranked up there with the stupidest things he’d ever done in his life. Best to let that one lie for a while before he even thought about asking. He ate the rest of the bread as Kadar moped up the yolk of his eggs with his toast and as the younger man was going to start the cleanup Altair found himself asking, “You seem oftly interested in Malik’s love life. Boyfriend situations non withstanding.”
“He’s in my love life, I don’t see why I shouldn’t muck around in his,” he said turning on the water.
“Yeah well my cousin, the smart one, is trying to get in your pants, I think he has plenty of reason for concern.”
Kadar found that amusing, “Yeah, I wouldn’t touch Federico with a nine foot stick.”
Altair blinked at him, “But you were always giving Malik a hard time about him butting into your love life about that-
“I like giving my brother a hard time,” and then he turned and pointed a soapy at hand. “Do not tell Malik I just told you that. I get way too much enjoyment about making him worry I’ll fuck his best friend’s brother.
Altair actually smiled in disbelief, unable to believe that Kadar was actually playing Federico. He’d honestly never heard or such a thing. “Is he still trying to sleep with you?” he asked leaning on the counter.
“Yep,” Kadar nodded. “Not. Interested.”
“Any reason?”
“Not my type. I like girls more for starters.”
“So you’re saying my cousin is ugly?”
Kadar sent him an annoyed half-glare that looked just like a look Malik would give him, Altair grinned. “I’m not into playboy Italians who think they’re gods’ gift to humanity. Federico’s good looking, not as terribly shameless as his brother, still not my thing. Not to mention, have you seen your Aunt? She is so scary!”
Altair laughed at that. “She isn’t,” Altair informed him, “You’re just easily intimidated.”
“Fuck you I’ve been shot at, not to mention blown up, and that was the time that didn’t include an RPG,” Kadar snarked.
Altair snorted, “Okay, okay,” he held up both hands in a peace keeping manner. Kadar finished cleaning up and as he was putting away the dishes Altair decided to go shower, still thinking about what the younger man had said about Malik.