A/N: I've been suffering from a bad bit of writers block. This is the first thing I came up with since. It's definitely... interesting.
Disclaimer: I'm in no way affiliated with Noel, Julian, or the rest of the Boosh fam. Wish I was. I've got some GENIUS ideas.
They were together.
Even when they were apart, they were together.
He could always hear Vince's cheery voice – teasing, prodding, laughing – and it spurred him on.
Even now, years later and miles away, Vince was teasing him for his latest fashion faux pas or moaning on about Howard's jazz. It never stopped and it never failed to bring tears to his eyes.
There had been an accident and – though he had gone over it in his head thousands of times – Howard couldn't understand how any of it had happened.
The memory was fuzzy and painful and these days it made more sense for Howard to just ignore it all together. But there were nights when the city sounds kept him far from sleep and he lost the capability to control his own thoughts. They always strayed to Vince and there they stayed, lost in a flurry of glitter and light.
He had left after the commotion had calmed down. There was a funeral of sorts and a lot of fighting between himself and Naboo and finally, he'd just left. He preferred to be on his own anyway, the angst suited him. He was never the sunshiny one – that was always Vince - and this just gave him an excuse to burrow into the pain and stay there.
Sometimes, if he sat very still in his quiet flat, he could almost feel Vince next to him. He could feel his hand on his knee and his voice would sound itself in his head. Howard knew this was just his imagination, but he clung to it like a lifeline. If this was all he had left of his best friend, he would hold onto it forever.
He would hold onto Vince forever.