"Why is it that you always pretend to kiss me?" Tom asked.
Danny looked up from where he was plucking his guitar on the back of the tour bus, "Eh?" he replied.
"I'm a bit drunk," Tom slurred and came and sat down next to him.
"What do you mean?" Danny asked simply.
"Well y'know when you pretend to kiss me and all the fans are like WOO," he threw his hands up over his head and giggled, "Well why don't you ever properly kiss me?"
"You want me to kiss you?" Danny looked at him plainly.
"Well I was just thinking that maybe you didn't have the guts to REALLY do it," Tom probed him, knowing this would wind him up.
"Hey, if I wanted to kiss you, I would kiss you," Danny told him, putting down his guitar.
"I don't think you're very comfortable with your sexuality," Tom folded his arms in a childish manner.
"I am very comfortable with my sexuality actually," Danny was quite offended by this statement but didn't know whether to take it seriously or not.
"If you can't kiss me then you aren't," Tom teased him, standing up swaying like a little boy.
"Fucking hell," Danny grunted, and held his band-mate's face still before planting a firm kiss on his mouth, "Happy?"
Tom touched his lips in amazement that Danny had actuallykissed him, then he passed out.
