Letting the cold air whip his face, Tom sat on one of the rocks that over looked the moors of Scotland, where the band were staying. He wasn't feeling 100% at the moment, he was sure it was because he had been away from home for so long but Danny had urged him to go out and get some fresh air.

Now it was a rare occasion that he listened to Danny, only when it had something to do with music did he ever take him seriously. But either Tom was so delusional, in the way he was feeling, that Danny could have said to drown himself to make himself feel better, and he would have listened. Or, for once in his life Danny actually made sense.

So Tom had listened to Danny's words of rare wisdom and gone out for a walk, taking refuge on a rock, to relax with the Scottish air and mist that was surprisingly peaceful and calming. Tom hadn't walked far from the little cottage where they were staying, just down the valley a bit and if he turned around he could still see the house from here. Lost in his thoughts he suddenly heard footsteps behind him. Turning around he saw Danny stumbling down the hill in his boyish way, clambering over rocks to get to his best mate.

"Alright?" Danny breathed, a hello and a question of welfare all in one.

"Yeah," Tom replied, he wasn't really alright but it was a sort of "no, but don't worry," reply.

For a while they just sat like this together, letting the wind pick up around them, the cool air whipping their faces.

"I came to Scotland y'know," Danny broke the silence.

Tom was confused by Danny's statement but simply replied, "When?"

"When Dad left," There was a moment of tension and Tom didn't really know how to reply to this. He'd written hundreds of songs and had been able to express himself lyrically for years, but yet when he was talking to his best friend, all his experience had drained.

"I came to Scotland because it was somewhere far away," Danny went on, "Where I didn't have to deal with everything back home,"

"S'good idea," Tom mumbled, picking the frayed bits of his jumper.

They said alone in silence for a few more seconds, drinking in the landscape and each other's company.

"Thanks for bringing me here," Tom sniffed, turning towards Danny, "It's really made me feel better. I think I was feeling a bit homesick," Tom paused, "Since we've been on the road for so long,"

Danny's arms snaked lovingly around his friend's shoulders, "I know mate, I can see it in you,"

"You can?"

"Yep, I can read you like a book," Danny laughed his thick Bolton laugh that soon had Tom laughing his own boyish giggle. As soon as the laughter died down Tom turned to Danny and gave him a huge manly, yet emotional hug. Pulling away, their noses touching, breath tickling each other's cheeks, pressing their lips down onto each other's, hands searching for warmth on each others bodies, beneath their coats, their foreheads resting against each others in a silent thanks.

"Thank you," Tom breathed, "For having my best interests at heart,"

"You're my best friend," Danny smiled, kissing him softly again, "Of course I would,"

The pair of them climbed the rocks back up to the cottage and opened the door where the warmth washed over them like their kiss had done back on the moors.

Harry and Dougie were busy cooking in the kitchen, they looked up at the pair that had entered, looked at each other, and then back at Tom and Danny, cocking their eyebrows knowingly and resumed their cooking.

Danny wondered he and Tom would ever have a change to prove Harry and Dougie right.