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Scott Eastwood attends Longchamp Fifth Avenue Store Opening in New York City (May 3, 2018).

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‘If you really wanna know what I was doing on the roof, I was trying to fuck with the possums that have been annoying me for the last week,’ Henry said with a definitive nod of his head as he turned around, ‘but yes, wait for me. I want to help.’

He was worried he’d actually made his father upset, so he figured helping him out would make it better.

He rushed towards his quad, getting on it before immediately following after his dad.

‘… We got possums in the roof? Hm,’ Bryce hummed, pulling an almost thoughtful face as he turned on his heel, leading his son along to the shed some ways down from the main property. ‘I’ll get one of those one-way doors installed for em, alright? Just stay off the roof, Hen. I don’t need you breakin’ your neck, you know.’

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Henry frowned, but he did as he was told. He climbed down the ladder, standing in front of his father.

‘I can’t believe you’d think I’d have firecrackers on the roof. I don’t want our house to go down in flames,’ he said with a matter-of-fact kind of voice; nevermind that he actively played around with firecrackers on the porch.

‘Uh-huh,’ Bryce hummed, tone thick with a sarcastic sort of disbelief as he snapped for Blue to follow him from her bed on the veranda. ‘I’m going to bring the sheep up to the front paddock. I expect the ladder to be back in the garage before I come back up, Henry.’ He said, shoving his phone into the front pocket of his shirt. ‘If you do wanna make yourself useful, you can get on your quad and come down too.’

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Hearing his father tell him off, Henry froze. But only for a moment. He quickly turned around, scrambling to the edge of the roof and looking down at his dad.

He smiled widely, hoping it was enough to keep him out of trouble.

‘Nothing,’ he said, still smiling, ‘I’m just… cleaning out the gutters?’

Bryce didn’t buy it. Not for one second.

‘If you were cleaning the gutters, you’d only be on the ladder, not halfway up the bloody roof.’ He said with a vague, wide gesture of his arm. ‘Get down from there right now, Henry. I swear, if you have any firecrackers up there, I’m gonna wallop you.’

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Usually, Bryce would keep walking. He’d keep his head down and not make a fuss and wait for Henry to just hurt himself – he wouldn’t learn any other way, after all – but coming off of the porch, Bryce was assaulted by one of the roof tiles that slipped from under Henry’s foot, hitting the man in the back of the head.

‘Henderson! What the bloody hell are you doing up there?’

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‘Mate, it’s a meat tenderiser, not a meat pulveriser.’ Bryce chided, looking between the tool in Kyle’s hand and the man himself through narrowed, confused eyes. ‘It’s already dead, you don’t have to beat it like that.’

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PEDRO

“First of all,” Pedro proudly smoothed down his green plaid shirt, “more respect with my costume or else you don’t get to eat the corn cake I made.” The Brazilian frowned when Bryce tugged at his skin. He wasn’t used to people not being excited for São João, and he didn’t remember when was the last time he had to explain his outfit. “I’m not trying to look like anyone, this” he pointed at his own face, “will be gone in the morning. Now, you better get ready or else you’ll be the one looking like a chicken wing at the party.”

‘What’d you mean “get ready”? I am ready!’ Bryce declared with a hearty laugh, gesturing to his own outfit, sporting his usual blue plaid shirt and blue jeans. There were many things Bryce was. One thing he was not, was fashion forward. He hiked his jeans a little higher, pushing his shirt down into them. ‘I need a hat too though, right? Do you have one for me?’

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‘What the fuck are you wearing?’ His voice came in a rumble, followed by deep-gutted laughter. Bryce didn’t often let himself partake in other cultural celebrations or practices – he didn’t think it was his place – but that year in Brazil, he thought he just might have to.

‘You know you look like an absolute drumstick, right?’ Reaching out, Bryce gave the false beard a light tug, amused expression only stretching further. ‘Or are ya tryna look like me now?’

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Sweet. It’s like my own private telenovela.

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MATHEUS

“Yes, it’s him!” Matheus responded with overbearing enthusiasm and what he imagined were the biggest heart eyes ever. Just talking about Claude had his whole face beaming. “He told me he used to come here… but we won’t be taking up much space, so I hope it won’t be a problem.” Maybe it was too much information for Bryce to hear right now, but he was an adult, of course he knew they’d be sharing the bed.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be here early to help with the preparations, tio Bryce. Should we bring anything?” His expression softened, the sparkle never leaving his eyes. “Are you sure? I have to warn you it won’t be easy, I’m not good at baking– at all.”

‘Ah, you know we have enough space to go ‘round. Don’t you worry ‘bout that, mate.’ Bryce smiled, just as wide. It was good to see Matheus so happy. It was good to know Claude was too.

He hummed at the question, pursing his lips a moment in thought before ultimately shaking his head. ‘Nah, we should have everything we need. Presents are up to you; I know Henry will probably… make you something.’ What something entailed was a mystery even to Bryce. His youngest was… eccentric to put it simply. ‘But yeah, we won’t need anything in the way of booze or food. Just bring yourselves, a’right?’

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MATHEUS

“I can imagine, hehe.” Matheus didn’t know what it was like to be a dad, but he did have some experience with taking care of a child—even though he was only sixteen at the time, the responsibility of educating and preparing the new emperor had fallen on his shoulders. Besides, he didn’t need experience to see the troubles the boys got themselves into.

“Thank you, tio Bryce. I try not to–” The boy nodded, smiling gently at Bryce’s words. The invitation caught him off guard. He still had his mind on what the Australian had called his father—a dropkick sounded about right—when his thoughts were interrupted, making brown eyes widen once he processed the information.

“I’d love to!” he responded. But Matheus did have important Christmas plans with somebody else, and he had to include them in his new plans somehow. “Can my boyfriend come too? Like, last year was our first Christmas together-together. It wouldn’t be a stranger or anything, you know Claude.”

Bryce’s own features broke out into a bright smile, and he was even quicker to nod along with Matheus’ request. ‘Claude? Toulouse, right? Sure, he’s been here plenty. Henry would love’ta see him again, I’m sure. He doesn’t visit much now that Charles and me aren’t together, but—’ Bryce shrugged, opting out of that conversation very quickly.

‘I’ll make sure to have the spare room set up for the both of ya… We usually go Christmas light hunting a couple nights before and there’s some community events that happen, so if you wanna come along to those too, you’ll have to be here about a week in advance. That’d be better for flights though, ey?’ Bryce grinned, from ear to ear, sitting back into his seat again. ‘Maybe I’ll even teach ya how to make pavlova.’

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