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cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel light when you're gone away

Vince wandered around the empty house. His thoughts resting on one subject. Howard.

He remembered when they were still friends. Crimping about everything and nothing. Working in the zoo. Sleeping on the cold hard floor. Working in the shop...that's when things between them changed. He knew it was his fault, it always was really. He thought about the day it ended. The day HE ruined what they had.

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"Vince?"

"Yeah Howard?"

Vince slowly climbed out of his bed and shuffled over to the lights. With a soft click a bright yellow light flooded the room and made Vince's eyes blink rapidly. As he made his way over to Howard's bed and its ill looking occupant.

"You alright Howard? You look even worse than usual,"

"I don't feel well. What did you give me to drink Vince?"

It was nearing the morning after the night before and the hangover seemed to be settling itself nicely with Howard. Vince never seemed to get hangovers, his bubbly brightness seemed to ward them off.

"All you had was a bit of whisky Howard you lightweight!"

Vince laughed a little at Howard's expense and he earned the most powerful look Howard could muster wrapped in a duvet feeling like his body was protesting to the mere task of breathing.

"It's not funny you tit, whose gonna run the shop tomorrow?"

"Why can't I? I'm a better shopkeeper than you, Naboo says it all the time,"

Vince looked extremely proud of himself but Howard seemed to be a little doubtful.

"You couldn't look after a pet rock for the day, Vince,"

Vince looked a little hurt at that.

"What about the zoo? I looked after the animals there didn't I?"

"Not on your own you didn't,"

Vince huffed for a bit longer but Howard won and told Vince he'd tell Naboo to close the shop tomorrow or something as Howard didn't feel up to it and Vince couldn't be trusted with it on his own.

About two hours later, Vince gave up tossing and turning in his bed and decided to make some tea. He didn't really know why because he didn't like making tea and being in the cramped little space. He plodded into the kitchen, dressed in his favourite blue pyjamas, they had little sequinned patterns and animals on them although there weren't many left as Vince liked to fidget and he'd pulled most of them off. His tiny brain cell struggled to remember how to make tea. Teabag first? He didn't suppose it really mattered because it was going to mix together anyway. He smiled as he spooned in 4 sugars and a bit of milk; he flicked the radio on and began to dance around the kitchen, making sure not to knock anything down as everyone else was still in bed.

"What you doin' up so early, little man?"

Howard had dragged himself into the kitchen.

"Making tea,"

Vince beamed like the sun and held up the cup as Howard looked on, obviously shocked.

"Well, since you're a tea making whiz kid why don't you make me one?"

Vince grinned again, delighted at the compliment (Or sarcasm) directed at him.

He turned, just for a moment, and looked at Howard, his hair was more ruffled than usual, his ancient brown dressing gown reaching only his knees was bobbled and worn in places, but Howard was under the dillusion that they set off his smoky brown hair and chocolate eyes, which, Vince thought, on some level it did, but a less deep colour would look so much better, Vince toyed with this image for a while. The woman in his brain changing colours and hairstyles on the image of Howard in his dressing gown. Suddenly he had the most genius idea that had ever hit him (Aside from the mirrorball suit) and he bounded into the living room like a particularly happy little bunny; He set the cup down and jumped onto the sofa next to Howard.

"Howard? Can I go shopping for you and give you a make over?"

He grinned expectantly and his face seemed to drop when Howard shook his head.

"Why not? I'm good at clothes!"

"Vince, you look like a futuristic prostitute at the best of times, why would I, Howard moon, man of action, Maverick extraordinaire , want to look like you, Vince Noir, Electro Poof?"

"Man of action? Maverick Extra-Extror-Whatever. Youre about as effective as a snorkel on the moon, Howard. And your fashion sense is horrible."

Howard felt like crying. He didn't know if it was his hangover (His first), the fact that he'd had little sleep in the past few days. Whatever it had triggered from, Vince's words had tipped him over the edge and he snapped. He didn't say anything, just poured the now lukewarm tea over Vince's slightly tousled head and walked back to the bedroom before locking the door and slumping onto his bed.

Vince was thoroughly stunned. Howard had never reacted like that before. Had he gone a little too far?

He paused for a moment and then tiptoed slowly to their bedroom.

"Howard?" He couldn't hear anything from the other side of the door so he tapped on the door.

"I'm Sorry Howard I didn't mean it I swear. I..."

He didn't finish his sentence. Instead, his eyes clouded and he choked on tears that were quickly forcing their way out. He sat by the door shaking with quiet sobs until he felt strong hands pull him up and the soft scent of jazz and bookmarks and everything that makes Howard Moon invade his nostrils, making him aware of hands on his shoulders and a strange longing to do things to his friend, things he was almost certain would not be well received. The small chance that they wouldn't made Vince wipe at his eyes and look up into Howard's, before he even knew what he was doing he grabbed his face and pulled it down so that their lips brushed. Just testing the water. Howard froze. Had he imagined it or had Vince just done what he thought he had? He decided to make absolutely sure and bowed his lips to Vince's, for longer this time, his fingers grasping at Vince's damp hair and tangling with it as Vince wrapped his arm around Howard's neck and gave him a more firm support. Howard had now pinned Vince up against the wall as his tongue danced with Vince's and his arms moved down to his waist.

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Vince had somehow ended up outside Leroy's house, at the end of the path, in the rain. His hair had become a soggy mess but he didn't even care any more. His world had been pulled out from underneath him like a loose carpet and he's falling. His heart hurt and his whole body ached for something he knew he couldn't ever have near him again. Howard. His mind couldn't seem to push him out and he wasn't sure he wanted to. He felt like the rain when there isn't a Rainbow to follow. Felt as heavy as Lead and less alive than it.

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