It had been an hour since Tom had made it to the hospital. He sat by his twin's bedside, gripping his twin's hand tightly in his own. Bill had yet to awaken due to how he had hit his head extremely hard at the incident of the crash since the airbag hadn't deployed, multiple minor bandaged cuts scattered across his pale face, along with a deep, gauze-covered gash taking up over half his collarbone and leading up to his neck, many other bruises and scrapes lining his body, most injuries of which are hidden by his clothes.

"Please wake up, Billa, please . . ." The guitarist mumbled, voice hoarse from how long he's been crying. He wiped away his tears, laying his head near his twin's shoulder on the bed. "Ich liebe dich." He added quietly, wishing he had said it sooner, thinking he might never get another chance to say. New tears came to his eyes and he wiped them away futilely. He fell into a short, tortured sleep.

The next day Tom woke up only to find his baby brother was still unconscious. A deep frown crossed his face as he raised a hand to brush ebony dreadlocks out of his twin's closed eyes. "Es tut mir leid, Maüschen." He mumbled softly in a wavering voice. Silent tears fell from his eyes as he looked at his injured twin, his heart breaking a little at seeing the singer all cut up. He pressed a kiss to the younger male's forehead, trying to will away the tears building up in his eyes again.

A cold sense of dread settled in him once the thought of Bill never waking up crossed his mind. With how hard he had hit his head, even if he woke up, he might not remember anything, or he might not wake up at all. He gave up on holding his tears back, resting his head on the singer's chest as he began to cry. "Please wake up, Bibi . . ." He sobbed softly. "I'm sorry I've been such a stupid jackass, I love you, I miss you, just please wake up . . ." He mumbled pitifully, wiping away his tears before burying his face in the singer's neck, wishing the ebony haired male would wake up soon. He sat there for hours, crying heartbrokenly from time to time as more thoughts of Bill dying entered his thoughts. He got no sleep that night.

When he woke up the next day, the singer was still unconscious. Another round of tears hit him and he let them fall, not caring enough to fight them or wipe them away. In his depressed state, he hadn't noticed that the younger male's eyes had slowly begun to open.

"Tomi . . . ?" The singer asked softly.

Tom jumped a little and glanced over at the dreadlocked male. It took his mind a few moments to process that his twin was awake, and when he realized it, he immediately pulled him into his arms. Bill hugged his older brother back.

"Never scare me like that again." The guitarist mumbled against the younger male's shoulder.

The singer simply nodded.

"I'm sorry about being such a jackass, Billa."

"You're my twin, Tomi, no matter what you do, I'll always forgive you." Bill stated with a tired smile as he pulled back enough to wipe away his twin's tears.

The cornrowed male smiled back uneasily. 'Oh, if only he knew.' He thought.

-

It had been a week since Bill was released from the hospital, most of his minor injuries healed. He and his twin sat on the couch of their house, watching random shows on television. His head rested on the guitarist's shoulder as he began to drift off to sleep. Tom had an arm wrapped around his twin's shoulders and he looked down at the younger male with a small smile, thinking he's already asleep.

He kissed the top of the dreadlocked male's head. "Ich liebe dich mehr als ich sollte." He said softly, going back to watching television.

The younger male's heart skipped a beat but he remained silent, keeping up the illusion that he was asleep. Soon the cornrowed male fell asleep. Bill remained curled up at his side, thinking over what he said.

-

Weeks passed and the singer was beginning to get more nervous and uneasy around his twin, not knowing how to act or what to say anymore around the older male, wanting to make sure they felt the same thing for each other instead of blurting it out and making a fool of himself. Throughout the photo shoots and interviews he made either Georg or Gustav stay between him and Tom. Tom was confused and hurt at the dreadlocked male's sudden behavior, not knowing what he did to make him act like that.

Right then, he was on his way to his last therapy session that he had postponed until he had made sure that all of Bill's injuries had healed. He walked into the therapist's office and sat down, wanting to get the final session over with.

The therapist looked up from her notes. "Has anything new happened lately? New feelings?" She asked, getting right down to the point.

"Bill had a car accident."

The brunette nodded and waited for him to continue.

"I told him that I loved him more than as just a brother, but he was asleep at the time."

"Has anything else happened?" The young woman asked.

"He's been avoiding me lately."

"Why do you think he's been doing that?"

"Because he knows that I love him like that."

The therapist nodded, writing something down on a notepad. "Do you want him to know that you love him like that?"

Tom hesitated, not knowing how to respond.

"Do you want him to know only if he loves you back?" She suggested.

The guitarist nodded after thinking for a moment.

"Has it ever seemed to you that he does love you back?"

He hesitated again, not sure if he even had an answer to that question.

"How does he usually act around you?"

"Over-affectionate, but he's like that with everyone, he's always wanting to hang out with me, he gets really pissed if I take a girl to my hotel room . . ." Tom said, listing many more things.

The therapist nodded again and added more things on the notepad. "Do you ever wonder what might cause him to react like that? Have you thought that he might be acting like that out of jealousy?"

The guitarist shook his head. "I never thought of it like that."

"Do you think it might be a possibility?"

Tom thought about it for a moment before nodding.

"You can either tell him or keep it to yourself, it's your decision on whether you want him to know or not." The therapist said once he nodded, putting away the notepad.

The cornrowed male nodded and left as the session finished. He went back to his and Bill's house, contemplating on whether or not he should tell his twin what he felt. He walked into the house and shrugged off his jacket before heading up to his room.

A few hours later Bill walked into his twin's room without knocking and plopped down on the bed next to him, easily cuddling into his side, happy as could be. He tucked his head under his older brother's chin and wrapped his arms around his waist. Tom set his guitar off to the side, surprised at the singer's sudden display of affection after weeks of barely even talking to each other. He hesitantly put an arm around the younger male, not knowing how to act in this situation at all, especially with the singer now basically sitting in his lap. He froze up when the younger male actually did sit in his lap, the dreadlocked male's arms wrapped around his waist.

"Billa?" He asked quietly.

"Hm?" The younger male hummed and looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

Without thinking, Tom leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his twin's lips. Once he realized what he did he immediately pulled away. He opened his mouth to apologize, but hesitated when he saw the large smile on Bill's face. The singer rested his head back on his twin's shoulder, playing with his cornrows.

"Bibi?" Tom asked, confused.

The younger male made a small noise and looked up at him, the smile still on his face.

"You aren't mad that I just kissed you?" The guitarist asked.

Bill shook his head and kissed the other male, winding his arms around his neck. "I heard you the other night when you said you loved me."

Tom froze, hoping that the dreadlocked male sitting in his lap was kidding.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" The singer asked curiously.

"I was afraid that you wouldn't love me back." The older male said quietly, looking at the floor.

The dreadlocked male's smile grew. "Silly Tomi, I've always loved you." He said and kissed his brother again.

-

Bill smiled, sitting on the couch and watching television when he remembered how he and Tom had finally gotten together the year before. Tom walked in and sat beside him, smiling as the singer cuddled into his side.

"What're you thinking about?" He asked as he played with a stray lock of hair from the singer's mohawk, which Bill had refused to style that day.

"When you finally had the courage to kiss me." The younger male replied with a smile.

The guitarist smiled back easily, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Though, sometimes I wish you still had those dreads," He said after a few moments of comfortable silence as he ran a hand through the singer's hair, "They made you look so pretty."

"So I'm not pretty now?" Bill asked with a fake pout.

"Of course you are, you're the prettiest and most beautiful person I've ever seen."

The ebony haired male smiled and kissed him, locking his hands behind his neck. Tom returned the kiss happily, running his hands up and down his twin's sides. They pulled away for air and smiled at each other.

"I love you." Tom said, cupping his twin's cheek and running his thumb across his cheekbone.

"I love you, too." Bill replied happily, cuddling into him as they watched television.

-TRANSLATIONS—

'Ich liebe dich.' – 'I love you.' in German

'Es tut mir leid.' – 'I'm sorry.' in German

'Maüschen.' – I have heard Tom call Bill this on some occasions and I've been told it means 'little mouse.' in German

'Ich liebe dich mehr als ich sollte.' – 'I love you more than I should.' in German