"If you loved me, why'd you let me go...?" Kyle whispered against Stan's throat. They were twined together in Kyle's bed.

"I had to." Stan murmured back, lips nuzzling into Kyle's soft red hair. "If you love it let it go...if it comes back, it was always yours."

Kyle sat slowly, glancing down at their naked bodies. "I didn't come back to you Stan." He said softly, eyes flickering to his best friends...lovers?...eyes. "You came back to me."

"Same difference." Stan said lazily, rolling onto his back so he could stare up into Kyle's pretty green eyes.

Kyle turned his gaze away, lips forming into a grimace. "It's not." He leaned down, pressing one final kiss to Stan's lips. "I'm sorry Stan."

"Kyle-" He started.

"No. I'm sorry." He leaned in close to whisper "If you love it let it go..." before standing and finding his clothes.

Stan watched as his best friend dressed, leaving his own house. He finally got out of the bed, not as sad as he should have been...He dressed quickly as well, deciding it would be better to not be there naked when Kenny got home from work.