A/N: Hello again. I wonder if I'm getting on your nerves now. I'm getting on my own nerves, actually. Sorry if I am. I don't mean to; I just want to express love to anyone who can be bothered to read this. There's much of it.

Disclaimer: No. Sorry.

Anger

Howard's POV

Saturday nights were a struggle with Vince, especially when he'd recently been grounded by Naboo for coming home so drunk he couldn't remember his name. He sat on the sofa, legs curled to his chest, scowling at the blank TV. I looked over the top of my Global Explorer at him, trying not to laugh. He looked just like a small child sulking. He saw my smile.

"What?" He demanded.

"Oh, nothing."

"Howard, can't you let me go out? Please? I'm so bored."

"No. Look, it's not my choice, Naboo owns this place. He's in charge. If I had a choice, I'd let you go and I'd be out there with you. I'm bored as well."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, we never do anything anymore. We used to have epic crimp battles and fight off monsters and rogue shamans. Now, we just sort of… vegetate."

"I know what you mean. We should do somethin'… together." I raised an eyebrow.

"Is that a hint?"

"Oh, come on, Howard. I know how I feel, you know how you feel, why don't we just make it known?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." I lied.

"Yes you do. Please, don't put me through this. I know you love me." I fell silent. Vince blinked awkwardly at me, then looked at the floor. "I'm sorry." He whispered. But I pushed past him and down the stairs. Picking up my coat, I opened the door and left the shop.

"Howard, please! Stay with me!" He called after me, but I left him behind, feeling guilty for it. I didn't look back, but wandered around London for hours. The dimness of evening faded into the deep cold darkness of night. I looked at the nearest street sign and found that I was miles away from home. There was no point in going back to sleep. By the time I got there it would be morning. So I found a cleanish park bench and sat down. I wasn't even sure why I had left. I wasn't angry with Vince. More sort of confused as to how he knew. Was it that obvious? Clearly it must have been. I shook my head and closed my eyes, trying not to think of Vince's face as I left, and how close to tears he had been again.