#and yes finn and joe teach ro about proper aftercare

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minific (finale), Playroom!verse

TyRo

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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After three days, he's not yet fully healed, but Roman can't avoid going home once Tyler gets back to Hollywood. He wisely drives into the garage instead of parking out in the driveway as he usually does, and puts his hair up in a ponytail instead of a bun. That usually makes Tyler happy, and making him happy may ameliorate the effects of his face.

"Man. He is gonna be pissed," he mutters as he examines his bruised nose in the rear view mirror. Nonetheless, he has to face his boyfriend sometime today.

Tyler is sprawled in the living room, a plethora of bags and suitcases exploding with clothes and accessories having colonized the entire space. His eyes are closed, but he smiles when he hears Roman approaching.

"Babe," Tyler says sleepily, eyes blinking open, "I've missed you. Those dick pics were great, but they just don't compare to holy FUCK what the hell?" He leaps up from the sofa, mouth agape, a hand to his heart like some Victorian heroine about to faint. "Babe, what happened?"

"Hey babe." Roman rubs the side of his neck. "Uh, it's, um. It's nothing. Just a bad fall into some gym equipment. I didn't want to worry you so... Look, I'm not severely hurt. It looks bad, that's all."

"Not worry me? Not worry me? Roman, look at yourself! You look like you've been fighting in an MMA ring and lost!" Tyler clambers over the sofa and cups his boyfriend's face. "Did you get injured anywhere else? Did you see a doctor about your nose?"

"Not really, and yes I did," says Roman, leaning down to kiss Tyler, as gently as he can. He has missed the other man, missed the raucous guffaws when he's gaming, the yelling when he gets annoyed, the sleepy snuggles when they're in bed. He sighs. "Next time I'm traveling with you."

Tyler nips Roman's lower lip. "You had to go to parent-teacher night. It's okay." Then he sighs. "I wish I'd been here when you got hurt though."

Roman is about to reassure Tyler when the blond's phone buzzes on the coffee table. Tyler kisses Roman again before jogging to grab his phone.

"Finn! Hi, sir. Yeah I just got home like, ten minutes ago. I am exhausted, but lemme tell you-" Tyler pauses, the bright smile on his face slowly fading as Finn speaks. His gaze cuts over to Roman, and then he looks away as he listens to whatever Finn is saying on the other end of the line.

Is Finn telling him to break up with me? Roman thinks, a sudden clench of worry in his heart. No. Joe should have talked to him by now.

Tyler puts the phone down, and then turns to face Roman, his face stricken.

Roman's heart clenches with fear. No. No, Finn wouldn't. He can't.

"Finn says he's coming over." Tyler licks his lips. "Babe, I'm sorry."

"Sorry...?" The fear spikes through Roman's veins. He crosses the room and takes his boyfriend's hands. "Ty, Tyler, babe. Babe, I love you. Please don't say what I think you're gonna say."

Tyler's brow creases, his lower lip wobbling faintly, and then he throws his arms around the taller man's neck. "I'm sorry," he blurts out, his voice thick, almost tearful. "I shouldn't have let you think I would ever give you up for anyone, not even for Daddy or Finn. You're the most important person in my life, I swear, I'm sorry I didn't make that clear."

A sudden sense of relief crashes through Roman. He hugs Tyler back, pressing his mouth to Tyler's cheek, then his lips, trying to convey exactly how much he loves the man through action. His nose twinges sorely but he ignores the slight pain. "I love you so much, babe. I didn't - Finn said, he said he could make you break up with me, and I saw red, and I was so frightened-"

"He's wrong. He's wrong he's wrong he's wrong. I won't ever let you go unless you wanna leave me," Tyler burbles, openly crying now. "I love you so much, I can't picture us ever being alone without each other again."

Roman shushes his boyfriend and rubs away the tears, even though his own eyes are stinging slightly from emotion. He smiles at Tyler, who smiles damply back, and presses their foreheads together.

Tyler combs his hand through Roman's ponytail and tugs lightly. "Finn's coming over for dinner to apologize properly to both of us. Daddy Joe's coming over too."

"Okay, that's good." Roman traces his thumb along Tyler's scruffy jaw. "So, you have time to look over my entire body, pamper me a little?" His voice drops to a playful growl. "Or maybe I can cash all the checks you made in our sexting sessions?"

Laughing, Tyler takes Roman's right hand and drags him towards the bedroom. Roman follows, his heart light. We're gonna make this work, he tells himself, as he lets Tyler take off his clothes. Tyler's mine, and I'm his. We'll make it work.

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