Shane ran out of the restaurant blindly. Vincent had just given some brunette girl a ring. But I-we-thought we had something, he thought, desperately trying to stench the tears threatening to flow from his eyes. He ran and ran until he came to the one place where he had felt he mattered. The loft. His heart clenched, as he pounded up the stairs, tears flowing once he collapsed on the bed, sobbing and burying his face into his hands.
Meanwhile, Vincent looked around. "Did any of you see where Shane went? I had something for him."
"I think he left. Never said anything."
"I'm gonna look for him."
"Why? I'm sure he'll come back," Gemma said, batting her eyelashes at him. "Besides, you have us."
Vincent rolled his eyes, "Bye." Where would he go? Vincent thought, before hitting upon a resolution. Of course, knowing him, he'd probably go back the loft.
Vincent opened the door, watching as Shane winced from the sunlight hitting his red eyes.
Shane looked up at Vincent, his blond hair still looking almost the same as when they first met. Vincent sighed and stepped further into the room opening his arms wide. Shane paused for a second and rushed into them, sending Vincent tumbling into the couch.
"Vincent! I missed you," he said, voice muffled by Vincent's shirt.
"It's okay now Shane. I'm here." Vincent, immediately regretting it as the redhead stiffened in his arms.
"God, Vincent, 'm not the same, you can't just hug me, tousle my hair and tell everything's gonna be alright, 'cause it's not. Never was, and it never will be."
Vincent was taken back. I've never seen him act like this. Not even when he took drugs, he was still the same peppy Shane.
"What happened?" Vincent managed to choke out.
"You." The word cut like a knife into Vincent's heart.
"Oh," he said, struggling to find something, anything to distract Shane with. "You remember that medallion you gave me?"
"Yeah. Why? Did you melt tit down to make that ring for her?"
Vincent was confused, "No. I didn't melt it down. Actually, I, uh, still have it."
"Really? Can I see it?"
Now's my chance. "Sure. Just let me up, and I'll get it." Shane, almost reluctantly slid off Vincent, sitting next to him on the tattered old couch.
Vincent rummaged around in his coat pocket, keeping an eye on Shane. "Here it is."
Shane looked at him. "Why's it in a box?"
"Oh, that's something extra."
"For who? Another one of your girlfriends?"
"No. Why would it be? It's for you. Go on, open it."
Shane did so, pulling out a silver chain and a ring.
"Read it."
Shane sighed and did. Inscribed on the ring were the words, 'no matter how far I travel I will always come back to you.'
Shane looked up at him, tears once again welling in his eyes. "Vincent. I- I'm sorry."
Vincent smiled and wrapped his arms around him, "I know Shane. I am too."
Shane laid his head against Vincent's chest, sighing happily. I'm home.