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“First, find a best friend you can have a whole lot of adventures with. But pick a good listener, someone that always has your back even when he’s standing right next to you,” Jay told Milly, shooting Silent Bob a toothy smile. Silent Bob pulled out his phone, meticulously typing something out before deleting it and ultimately showing them a heart emoji. He turned back out towards the road, allowing Jay to have this time with his newly discovered daughter. But what he said stuck with Silent Bob, he stood there lulling over the words like he would if he had a cigarette. Silent Bob has always had Jay’s back, from getting ultimately expelled from high school to getting arrested a few times, and once even rehab. When Jay was fifteen and kicked out of his mom’s house, Silent Bob found them a one bedroom apartment to share. It was small, absolutely ridden with black mold, roaches, and always had a weird smell, but they made it home. The one twin sized mattress in the apartment shared by the two, which was always helpful during winter (and easy to replace when bed bugs came). Once the comic book money started coming in and after months of Silent Bob carefully planning, he found them a bigger apartment, one with two bedrooms but after the first week, the second room was turned into their ‘garden’. When Jay got arrested for the first time at fourteen, Silent Bob stole money from his dad’s wallet and sold all the weed he could get his hands on. He had always been there for the man, having forty years worth of memories to come up with a million examples of how. Looking back over at Jay and Milly, Silent Bob felt a sense of pride wash over him. At eighteen, Silent Bob started doing everything he could for Jay, trying to be better to take care of them, doing everything so Jay never had to worry or think really. But now, watching Jay take that anxiety away from Milly made him feel good, confirming everything he did was right.
After a few days in Leonardo, Silent Bob ordered a car to take Milly to the airport to go back home to her moms. Jay cried after she left, holding it in till he lit the joint he rolled. Silent Bob sat next to him, playing with his hair as Jay let it all out. Talking about how he didn’t know he could be any happier and already planning her next visit. Jay was basically sitting in his lap at that point, leaning back into the older man’s touch. Silent Bob hummed at the idea of taking her Six Flags, or even saving up the money to go to Florida. After about twenty minutes of stoned ramblings, Jay got up, kissed Silent Bob on the lips and said he had to take a leak. Even after this long, Silent Bob still feels like that bewitched twenty-three year old, pining for his best friend. Blushing every time Jay kisses him, plays with his hair or beard, and when he calls him beautiful, even if it makes him feel like a chick.
He watched Jay walk out of the bathroom, his pants and layers of shirts discarded, and into their kitchen. Jay stood in front of the fridge, in his boxers and one of Silent Bob’s old shirts. Bent over looking for something, Silent Bob leaned over, trying to get a better look. Jay must’ve known, whipping his head around to smile at him.
“Hey! No peaking!” Jay yelled and turned his head back. Silent Bob rested back into his spot, sitting on his hands. Ever since Jay forced him to quit smoking a few years ago, he never knows what to do with his hands when the younger man isn’t around. Jay strutted back into the living room, his hands hiding something behind his back. With a mischievous smile on his face, Jay revealed what he was looking for, once again sitting next to Silent Bob.
“Milly helped me make these last night.” He unwrapped the foil revealing a handful of cookies. Silent Bob’s eyes lit up at the sight of chocolate (another thing Jay banned, junk food in the house (even if Silent Bob had a secret stash of Hershey bars hiding under his side of the bed)).
“They’re pot cookies.” His eyes grew wider, immediately grabbing a cookie. “Snooch,” Jay added, happy that Silent Bob seemed satisfied. Jay grabbed a cookie, taking a bit but keeping his eyes on Silent Bob. “She said only to eat two. No more than that Snack Pack, alright?” Silent Bob nodded, reaching for a second. He hummed, leaning back into the couch and reaching with his free hand to hold Jay’s thigh. “I told her about us, you know.” Silent Bob raised an eyebrow. “I told her that we’re together. And the fucking kid laughed.” Jay chuckled, causing Silent Bob to smile. “She goes, ‘So you and mom made each other homos?.” Silent Bob chuckled and Jay turned to hit his shoulder. “Shut up. But she said she knew.” Jay rolled his eyes. “Kids are such dicks.”
“Like father, like daughter.” Silent Bob added. Jay folded back up the tin foil and tossed the cookies onto the coffee table. He leaned back, Silent Bob raising his arm so Jay could slide into his side-which he did.
“I saved you the rest of the chocolate chips.” Jay said, grabbing the nearby t.v remote. He turned it on, switching to Boomerang. Despite the past couple weeks being pure chaos, Silent Bob found himself missing Milly and it was odd, the only other person he’s ever missed being Jay (even then, that doesn't happen often (he thinks they were still in their twenties last time they went more than an hour apart)). For some reason he’s always been very emotional, whether it be still crying over those liar John Huhges movies or just seeing an old couple eating out together. He thinks of when he and Jay were younger, how he’d call him his teddy bear in private when he’d start getting red faced and teary eyed. Then, he thinks of how much Milly looks like Jay, especially back then.
“Are you crying babe?” That one too, one of the names he only uses when they’re alone. Despite everyone knowing by now. “Hey,” Jay sat up. “Are we going through menopause or somethin’? The fuck is going on today?” Silent Bob shrugged.
“I just love you.”
“I love you too. I think those cookies were too strong.” Jay chuckled. “We’re really fucking getting old, you know?”
“That’s what I was actually thinking about.” He reached out, tucking a strand of Jay’s blonde hair behind his ear. “About how I wouldn’t have wanted to spend this life with anyone else.”
“Me too.”
“And when you used to call me ‘teddy bear’.” Jay laughed, falling back into Silent Bob.
“Talkative we are.” He pointed out. Maybe those cookies are too strong, Silent Bob thinks. “That’s baby talk, baby.” He laughed at himself. “Go get the chocolate chips, I’ll feed them to you.” Jay said, winking at Silent Bob, his face now burning for another reason. Jay leaned over, making room for him to stand.
He was digging in the cupboards when he heard Jay yell.
“Hurry up Teddy Bear! Top Cat is on!”