Author's Note: Wow. This is really random and stupid. It started out as a spiffy little slash-fic for redrose2310, but alas. The damn thing mutated. Curses.

Anyway, it's basically just a conversation between Royce & Dennis a little after the movie…nothing special.

But! It does prove two thing: 1) I am a one-trick pony. 2) I am the Queen of Inplausibility.

So! Bearing that in mind, I bade you farewell until the end…lol, well, since it doesn't really have a beginning, does it even have an end?

[Living, Dying, Dead.]

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"Forty-five years, Dennis. For forty-five fucking years I've done nothing but ask myself that question. Why me? Why any of us? What the hell did we do to deserve this?! Huh? Answer me that, Dennis," Royce stared at him hard, almost as if he were wanting Dennis to know the answer so much, that he was forcing himself to believe that maybe, the terrible mystery would be solved once and for all.

[Wanting. Believing. Wanting. Believing. wanting, wanting, wanting…]

And then Dennis could almost imagine Royce's chest heaving with pent-up emotion, as though he were still living and breathing instead of dead.

But then again, he wasn't really dead.

Not yet.

He hadn't finished dying yet, and still had a way to go before his thoughts and feelings went into the same dark hole that had taken his breath and pulse, until he really was dead.

But he wasn't yet. He was dying inside, but he wasn't dead.

But if dying wasn't dead, did that make it living?

[Living. Dying. Living. Dying. Dying, Dying, Dying. Dead.]

"Well? Aren't you supposed to be a Psychic?"

And there were those emotions that Dennis could almost imagine. The ones that made it seem as though Royce was crying, and trying not to so much that he was almost laughing with the sheer agony that that one simple force of will put him through.

And he was crying so hard that he was laughing.

But laughing so hard that he was crying.

And the two merged into a grotesque parody of a hybrid-emotion; that Dennis almost could imagine was really there.

[Laughing. Crying. Laughing. Crying, Crying, Crying, Dying, Dying, Dying. Dead.]

"Tell me…" And this time it was whispered, but it conveyed so much more of the almost-really-there laughing crying emotion.

And, Dennis wanted to tell him. Oh god he wanted to tell him. He wanted so much, he almost believed that he really knew what he needed to tell.

But he didn't really know.

And he could almost imagine that he was feeling the laughing crying emotion.

So then instead of wanting to believe he knew; Dennis was wishing that he knew all the answers to everything; just because he needed to tell Royce.

So that he wouldn't have to almost imagine the laughing crying emotion anymore.

So that he wouldn't have to almost feel it either.

[Wishing. Knowing. Wishing. Knowing. Wishing, Wishing, Wishing. Knowing.]

And suddenly, he wasn't imagining them anymore, because they were suddenly bursting through in waves of heart-wrenching sobs onto a jagged coast made of loneliness and confusion.

So Royce just stood there. Shaking with sobs that had existed for forty-five years but had just managed to find they're way to light.

And Dennis stood in front of him, suddenly wishing that he was still almost imagining them, only because actually seeing them was so much worse then imagining them and trying to wish you knew in order to make them go away.

And then Royce was laughing. Laughing and sobbing and shaking all at the same time.

But his dying not dead body couldn't stand up to the laughing crying emotion.

So he was sobbing shaking laughing and falling.

And Dennis found himself there to catch him before he finished falling.

And then he was holding Royce, so that he couldn't keep falling.

[Holding. Falling. Holding. Falling. Holding, Holding, Holding.]

So Royce was releasing the laughing crying emotion into Dennis' chest, and Dennis had his arms wrapped around Royce.

And he was imagining that he was seeing some of the darkness lift away from Royce's sobbing laughing shaking but not falling form.

[Seeing. Wanting. Seeing. Wanting. Seeing. Wanting. Believing, Believing, Believing.]

And Dennis believed.

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And so goes my first venture into non-humor.

…

Okay, I'll stick to humor.

Lol, I'm sorry you all had to be subjected to that; you didn't deserve it.

And so I leave you, with one thing to bear in mind:

Torn Prince All