Lbr this is just about Alfredo [for Davin]

[jasonwright]

 It's been a few days since shit went down at the shop and Mel and Hank were canned. Jason's been in contact with Davin though, his boss popping up on his phone to ask about the shop. His cheek is still bruised, but he's pretty much healed now. He's been more worried about Davin's recovery though. The guy obviously doesn't like to be away from the shop, and Jason gets the feeling he's going to try to cut his recovery short and get back to work. That's the last thing he needs to do right now.

So after he closes up the shop Friday afternoon, Jason decides to pay Davin a visit. He's had Alfredo with him, just in case he was busy in the back and a customer came in (the dog loves to bark when he sees someone) or if Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum decide to show their faces again. Jason doubts they ever will, but he liked having Alfredo's company. 

Locking up the front door, Jason stops by Quill to grab some food and treats for Alfredo. Once he's run his errands, he trudges through the town to Davin's apartment, Alfredo close to his heels. He approaches the door and knocks a few times. "Dav! It's me." Turning to look at Alfredo, he raises a brow. "You behave. No jumping. He's hurt."

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[davin]

Davin is feeling a bit grumpy.

He's sick of being in pain, and he's sick of being cooped up in his apartment. He hasn't used any magic since it happened, not even a little, and he can feel it buzzing irritatingly under his skin. And considering he's supposed to be on a date right now, laying on his couch in his underwear with a bag of cookies on his stomach is really freaking irritating.

There's a knock on the door and Davin narrows his eyes at it, but relaxes when he hears Jason's voice. Jason has been a huge help in all this, from getting Davin off the floor of that office in the first place to making sure the shop doesn't go to hell in his absence. He's lucky to have Jason in his corner.

"Come on in!" He calls out, and he's in the middle of huffing and awkwardly trying to get into a sitting position when Jason comes in. Alfredo trots in after and Davin's spirits are instantly raised by both his friend and his friend's kickass dog. "Hey, you guys! C'mere, Alfredo."

The dog comes over and rests his head on Davin's knee, tail wagging excitedly, but he doesn't jump up for which Davin's ribs are thankful. He grins and reaches out to scratch Alfredo behind the ears while looking up at Jason. As expected, his healing black eye just makes him sexy. What a jerk. "A hot guy, a dog, an' food? I'll have t'be bedridden more often if this is the star treatment I get."

[jasonwright]

Jason grins when he sees how quickly Davin's mood change when Alfredo busts in. Normally, he'd take his dog home before visiting someone, but he knew Davin needed some company. And Alfredo's pretty awesome with people.

Placing the bag of sandwiches next to Davin, he sits down on the couch and lays his head back against the cushions. "Never again," he chuckles. "Plus, you'd be bored out of your mind."

Alfredo barks, immediately tucking his head as an apology as he looks at Jason. Jason leans over to pat the dog's back. "I told him to behave himself. He's still a little too excited about seeing you and being somewhere new."

[davin]

"God, I'm goin' so fuckin' stir crazy. I gotta get outta here." He side eyes Jason and does his best to look casual. "Maybe go check on the shop. Get some work done, y'know."

He grins down at Alfredo and goes to bend over to pet him, but hisses when the motion makes his ribs ache. So instead he pats the couch between him and Jason. "Up here, ya spoiled mutt."

Once Alfredo jumps up onto the couch, Davin pets up and down his back and leans in to accept a lick on the chin. "Your dog is totally crushin' on me, man."

[jasonwright]

"No." He looks Davin straight in the eyes like he did so many times with his younger brothers when they were kids. "You rest up until your ribs are healed. Don't need you fucking things up more so you're out even longer."

Alfredo happily shoves his butt in between them, resting his head on Davin's leg while he looks up at the guy with nothing but adoration. "I swear, he loves everyone more than me. So easily bought," he tsks, patting his side. "He's a bit stir crazy too these days. He used to spend all day roaming the town while I worked the boat. Now he's in an apartment with a goat." Jason laughs because he realizes now how ridiculous that sounds.

"You ever want company, he's more than happy to help."

[davin]

"I love it when ya get all bossy." But then Jason looks him right in the eye and Davin can see how much concern he has for him, so he just nods. "Fine. But ya know you can like, skype me an' ask me shit. I can still use my brain."

He laughs and scratches Alfredo under the chin as he looks up at Jason with a happy expression. "Dude, just bring 'im t'the shop with ya. He's well trained an' he won't cause any trouble." He lifts Alfredo's muzzle so that they're nose to nose. "You'll be a good boy, won't ya? An' we can get ya a big bed t'put in Uncle Davin's office, huh?

Alfredo barks and licks Davin's nose, and he laughs as he looks up at Jason. "He can be like our mascot. It'll be great."

[jasonwright]

It's really amazing how Jason can't stay too stern with Davin before he gives in and chuckles, shaking his head. "If I need a hand, I'll give you a call...but what the hell is skype?"

"Yeah? You wouldn't mind? He helped out a bit today. Just because it's weirdly quiet up there." His grin widens when Davin suggest Alfredo be their mascot. It's the perfect job for him, really. He's a friendly dog, but he'll keep an eye on everyone. Make sure they're safe. And it'll keep Alfredo from getting into trouble from boredom at the apartment.

"You're gonna spoil him and bring him treats, aren't ya?" Shaking his head, he opens one of the bags and hands Davin a sandwich before he pulls one out for himself. "He's lucky, did I ever tell you that?"

[davin]

"What are ya - oh, you sweet, sweet man. It's like, we talk over the computer. Video chat." He laughs and takes the sandwich with a thanks, holding it one hand and scratching Alfredo's neck with the other. "Hell yeah, he's lucky. He's got an awesome dad an' a kickass gay uncle who sneaks him pastrami when said dad ain't lookin'."

He winks at Jason and unwraps the sandwich in his lap, laughing happily when Alfredo licks his face. This definitely is helping, and he shoots Jason a grateful smile. "Thanks for comin' over, man."

[jasonwright]

Jason frowns, shaking his head. "Why do that when I can just call you?" He's trying to learn to use technology, but some of it seems more than a little unnecessary. Digging into his own sandwich, he nods and points at Alfredo. "See? Spoiled."

"Anytime," he smiles back.

[davin]

"So ya can actually show me the car an' I can see the problem, which is easier than ya just describin' it. I'll show ya." He laughs and pulls a piece of meat, giving it to Alfredo and shooting Jason an innocent expression. Alfredo snaps it up and Davin laughs, leaning in to kiss the top of his head while scratching him behind the ears. "You've got a helluva dad, pup. But I'm sure ya know that, right?"

He pats him again and then settles back with his sandwich, jerking his chin towards the kitchen. "There's beer in the fridge, if ya wanna grab some. I'd get 'em but my ribs are makin' me a shitty host."

After taking a huge bite of his sandwich and chewing, he grabs his remote and pulls up Netflix. "Wanna find somethin' t'watch? I won't keep ya from that gorgeous girl of yours forever, but ya should hang for a bit."

[jasonwright]

"Alright. I'll let you teach me." The look Jason gives Davin can only be described as one of relent. And Alfredo just looks smug as hell as he snacks on the table scraps. "He better." Jason leans over to rub Alfredo's ears. "I give him a hard time, but I couldn't live without you, could I boy?"

Jason huffs a laugh but gets up and heads into the kitchen to grab two beers. "Don't get used to this. Once you're healed up, you're fetching your own beers," he calls back. Jason returns and drops a bottle in Davin's hand before he settles back into the couch, Alfredo moving between them to beg for more food.

"Sure. I told Iris I'd be late. Long as she knows where I am, she won't worry."

[davin]

"How very kind of ya," Davin says with a laugh. He takes the beer with a nod and twists the cap off as he leans back against the sofa, putting some mindless comedy on before he picks up his sandwich. He reaches over and clinks their beers together before taking a sip.

He winks and takes a bite of his sandwich, settling back and smiling down at Alfredo when he rests his muzzle on Davin's thigh. "So, anythin' excitin' happen at the shop?"

[jasonwright]

Leaning back against the couch, he shrugs his shoulders. "Lotta people stopping by just to ask after you. Oh, and Mrs. McKinney brought her old Chevy back for another oil change and looked disappointed to see me there." He raises an eyebrow at Davin. "I think she has a sweet spot for boy wonder mechanic here."

[davin]

"My business thrives on thirsty bored housewives who bring their cars in for monthly oil changes an' stare at my ass while I do it. An' also Neal Douglas who does the same damn thing." He laughs and reaches over to give Jason a mock consoling pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll build up your own clientele soon enough. Or I'll just make ya work shirtless an' you'll steal all o' mine."