#Honestly not the intention here but I think everyone can have little a Titus/Garte as a treat

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Titus smirks, sets down his can and mirrors Garte. The gesture is much more effective on his broad frame.

“Nah, the boys are just redecorating a bit.” He shrugs, “I can ask Tibbs if he can come by sometime next week, it’s no big deal.”

The obvious provocation lands. Garte’s face turns a ruddy, blotchy pink that spreads to the collar of his shirt. To his own horror, he realizes that he is more of a fight than flight guy.

His index finger juts out, almost of its own volition, and stabs Titus in the sternum.

“You need to get a fucking handle on your little boy’s club and Tibbs better be here tomorrow morning.”

Garte doesn’t allow himself to consider that he must look ridiculous doing this, since he has to crane up his neck, standing so close to Titus.

Titus rocks on the balls of his feet once, then leans down to Garte.

“Or what, barkeep?”