A/N: I just happened to see this story hanging about in my story list and thought 'I promised I'd update that, didn't I? And I never did, did I?' So I went and wrote the new chapter that was asked for. It is pure, shameless, fluff. To the point of sappy. But I was in the mood for that kind of thing. So here you have it, rounded off and all cute :3

Disclaimer: No, no, no, no, no. Nope. Not mine.

Morning went on and as the sun's light grew brighter through the window, Vince began to wake up. He opened his eyes to see how close he was to Howard.

"Oh, god, sorry, Howard. I didn't mean to… I must have slid as I was asleep. Sorry, I'll move-"

"You can stay if you want to." Howard said. "I honestly don't mind."

"Really? You don't normally like being touched."

"It's fine, Vince. Stay there." Vince nodded and closed his eyes again. He yawned as the last remnants of sleep fled from his mind. He felt a twinge in his eye and looked up again.

"How does my eye look?" He asked.

"Purple. Battered. But alright, really." Vince smiled.

"I think… I don't think it matters what anyone else thinks. As long as you think it's okay." He paused. "D'you think I'll get scars from my cuts?"

"I think so, yeah." Vince groaned.

"Great."

"It's alright, Vince. They're just scars. It just shows what you've been through and what you've beaten."

"I think you'll find it was me who was gettin' beaten."

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I do. You gotta stop lying to make me feel better, Howard."

"I'm not lying. No one's going to judge you for a couple of little marks on your face. Cover them up if you must. It wouldn't matter. You always look good; I don't know what you're worried about." He gabbled the last sentence, hoping in a way that Vince wouldn't hear. But he did.

"Thank you." He whispered.

"I'm just telling the truth." Howard replied.

"More than some people do. More than you always do. More than I manage most of the time."

"Well… What does it matter? I know what you mean most of the time. I understand what you really mean."

"You always have done, haven't you?"

"Sort of." He smiled, as they remembered all the old times, the times when they'd been so happy and yet sometimes so sad, struggling to make their way at the zoo. And now here they were, struggling to make their way in the shop. But there was something else now. Something different.

"Howard?" Vince said. "Do you ever get the feeling we should be something else? Something better, and closer? So that we could always be like this, and I could hug you if I wanted, and we could talk properly instead of arguing all the time. And you could tell me all the stuff I know you bottle up, and I could tell you what to do about it. Don't you think we should be more than friends?" Howard was silent for a few seconds. Then he whispered:

"All the time." Vince looked down and laughed a little.

"I knew it. I'm glad you're the same." He said.

"Me too." Vince shifted even closer to Howard, burying his face in his shoulder. He started to shake, and Howard looked down in alarm, thinking he was crying. But when he lifted Vince's chin, he was laughing.

"What are you giggling about?" Howard asked.

"I'm just happy. You love me, I love you, what's left to lose? I've been waiting."

"We've both been waiting, Vince. How long have you known?"

"Years. Absolutely years and years. How long for you?"

"Not long. Only a few days. Consciously, anyway. I think it's been a lot longer than that in the back of my mind."

"Mmm." Vince took a deep breath and turned around on the sofa, so he was facing out into the room. Howard shifted with him and Vince leant on him again. Howard's hands crept tentatively around his waist and Vince smiled, at ease and at peace.

"You know what?" He said. "If I died now, I'd die happy." Howard looked at him and raised his eyebrows, but realised he was right.

"Yeah. Me too." He said. It was true that he wouldn't mind death coming to them now. But only if it was the both of them. They were pretty inseparable to start with. He got the feeling that it wouldn't exactly stop now. Quite the opposite, in fact. Friendship and relationship; the partition was easy to cross, and after all, how many people now had mistaken them as being together? It didn't matter what people thought. It just mattered about each other. And if everything did go wrong, well, they would still be there for each other. They had been for so long now that any changes in the way they were could pretty much pass unnoticed. Howard sighed happily and bent to kiss Vince's forehead. Vince looked up at him and said:

"I just want to stay here forever now."

"Well, maybe forever is a bit too much to ask. But I'm sure we can spare another hour." So there they stayed, finally in a place that was comfortable for the both of them.

I loved writing that. Like, a lot. I needed some cute in my life, and who better to provide it than the Boosh. Reviews would be fab-tastic!