A/N: Okay, this is my first Mighty Boosh fic, so I'm not sure how good it is. It's a bit random at the start, but hopefully it'll make sense soon enough. I've written it in the points of view of Vince and Howard, which was surprisingly easy. They're all really short, by the way. Sorry about that. Anyways. On with the story. One last thing...

Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own the Boosh. It belongs to those fabulous blokes Noel and Julian. Bless 'em.

Exhaustion

Howard's POV

I couldn't sleep that night. Again. Insomnia burdens the best of us, and I was barely that. I lay in bed for a few hours, tossing and turning, trying in vain to get comfortable. Then I sat up, leaning on the headboard. In the end, I gave up and began to pace the room. But after a couple of times walking around, I smacked my knee on the bedside table.

"Bollocks!" I swore as quietly as I could, but knew I had woken Vince. He was in the bed across the room, where he had been peacefully sleeping a few seconds ago. But now he was sitting up straight, eyes wide in the darkness.

"Howard?" he whispered. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, little man. Go back to sleep."

"Why were you wandering around at three am anyway?" I sat back down on the edge of my bed.

"I can't sleep." I muttered.

"Insomnia again?" Vince was always sympathetic when it came to lack of sleep. He was used to it, but that was mostly because he liked to stay out all night partying.

"Yeah. I've felt it coming for a while now. Maybe it'll go away after a few days." Vince got out of bed and came to sit down next to me.

"You're too stressed out, Howard. What's wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what are you worrying about to give you insomnia again? You always get insomnia when you're worried." I sighed and ran my hands through my hair.

"I think... It's just the gig coming up. It's a pretty big gig, yeah?" I lied.

"Howard, don't worry about that. We always smash those gigs to pieces. Come on. It'll be fine." He held out his arms for a hug. I hesitated before holding him close to me. He was warm, and I listened to his breathing for a moment before I let go.

"Try to sleep, Howard. It'll be okay." I nodded, and Vince went back to his own bed. I lay down too, looking at the wall, thinking. I had lied about what was wrong. Why? Well, I knew why. It was because I was worrying about Vince. None of the usual stuff, like whether all the partying was doing him any harm, whether he was naturally that bloody skinny or if he was just starving himself to fit into those skin tight clothes. No. This time I was worrying because my feelings for him had changed. I had always loved him in a small way, as my best friend, so close we could have been brothers. Or lovers. And that was what I wanted. It hurt to say it, but... I loved him. And I just didn't know what to do about it.

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