A/N: After what seems like months, and at the prompting of several of my friends, I have decided to finish this fic. As it stands, this is a little interlude, and I should have the next actual chapter up in a couple of days. Hope you enjoy!

It was 3am and Skittery couldn't sleep. His friends, in a bout of what he could consider maliciousness, bunked him with Racetrack, and the shorter boy was all but humping Skittery in his sleep. That wasn't the reason why he couldn't sleep, however.

He had a revelation earlier that day. Maybe, just maybe, he was hanging out with the wrong type of crowd. Maybe his 'glum and dumb' persona only existed because the friends he hung out with weren't really his friends at all. Sighing, he rolled over to face the wall. He needed to leave.

Packing up quietly, he left the room and looked at the little piece of paper in his pocket. Only a mile or so, no big deal.

Trudging to where he needed to go, it was almost 4am by the time he got to the hotel. For some reason, probably Disney hospitality, there was a woman at the concierge desk. Nodding his head and smiling wanly in acknowledgement, he headed towards the elevators. Fourth floor.

Stepping out silently he glanced around the hallway, biting his lip. This was an absolutely horrible idea. For some reason he didn't much care. The gentle hum of the elevator departing shook him from his thoughts, and he started walking, finding himself at room 415 all too quickly.

He swallowed and lightly placed his fist against the wood, not knowing whether or not to knock. Biting his lip, he made the first hesitant knock against the grain. After that he seemed to gain confidence, and the knocking grew slightly louder, until he heard the murmurings of someone waking up.

"What?" came a cracked voice, as he stepped away from the door, only to see it swung inwards.

"Hi," he mumbled, looking down and flushing.

"Skittery?"

And Skittery looked up. Snitch, even while mostly asleep, still looked handsome. Like, almost unfairly.

"Yeah," he whispered, shouldering his duffle better and wincing the slightest bit.

"Come in," Snitch replied, gently taking Skittery's arm and leading him into the hotel room. And if Snitch killed him, Skittery would be very disappointed.

"Did I wake anyone else?" he murmured, looking around the room.

"We have our own rooms," Snitch replied promptly, moving the both of them over to the bed and sitting down.

"What happened?"

Skittery shrugged and sat next to Snitch, not touching him until Snitch moved his arm around Skittery's shoulders. Then he leaned into the older boy slightly and sighed, playing with his own fingertips.

"I couldn't take it anymore; anything. And I didn't know where else to go."

"I'm glad you came here," Snitch instantly replied, kissing Skittery's cheek and smiling softly at the boy's flush.

"So," he continued, "let's go to sleep, and we'll do more park stuff in the morning, yeah? Does that sound good, Skitts?"

Skittery, though wrinkling his nose at the nickname, nodded regardless. That was good.

"I'm glad you're not killing me," he murmured, as Snitch pointed that Skittery could use the other bed.

"I was just about to say the same thing," Snitch replied, turning out the light once more and falling back asleep.

Skittery laid back, closing his eyes and lulling to sleep at the sounds of Snitch's soft snores from the bed next to his.