A/N: Holy crud, I'm really going fast here...I can't remember a time I've updated faster. Anyway...

There is a baby elephant sitting on the desk. It's just kinda chillin' there, all small and grey and weighing many pounds. But the desk supports it. Amir sits down in his chair and pats the desk-elephant on the trunk. It snorts at him in what he guesses is an approving way.

"Amir!"

Amir swivels around in his chair. Ricky is pointing at the elephant. "You're not allowed to have elephants in here."

"Sorreh," Amir says, and the elephant disappears. Ricky returns to his office. Amir looks at his unopened laptop sitting on the floor and contemplates—

"Jake!!"

"Hello, Friend For Life!" says Jake. He walks over and sits down on Amir's desk. "What's up?"

"Well, I was petting this baby elephant, but then Ricky told me that there's no elephants allowed in the office," explains Amir.

"C'mon, silly! You should know that by now!" says Jake, smiling. He reaches over and ruffles Amir's hair. Amir grins and stands up.

"I have something I want to show you," Amir says. "Follow me."

So Jake stands up and they walk to the conference room. Amir motions for Jake to cover his eyes and Jake does so. Amir spins a chair around so that the back of it is facing Jake, and then he says, "Ok, open your eyes!"

Jake opens his eyes and looks at the chair. In pink spray paint, Amir has written 'Jake's Chair' in sloppy but discernable writing. "Oh my gorsh!" Jake says. "It's beautiful! What a fantastic work of art. Thanks so much, best friend!"

Amir smiles. Jake grabs him by the shoulders and hugs him. Amir puts his head on Jake's shoulder and whispers, "I know it's bad. But I'm not an artist. I just wanted to do something for you because—"

Something heavy lands near Amir's face. He snaps his head up and opens his eyes. "What?" he says sleepily.

"It's your clothes," Jake says, an edge of anger in his voice. "You left them in my bathroom."

Amir takes in his surroundings: he's at his desk, there is a pile of clothes sitting next to him, and the office is empty save Jake and himself. "Where is everybody?"

"They're shooting a video in the street. They should be back in half an hour or something."

Jake sounds angry, Amir thinks. Good thing I know a good joke to make him happy. "Hey Jake, why'd the turkey cross the road?"

Jake looks at him from next to his desk. "Amir. I'm sick of it."

"What?" Amir asks.

"You coming to my apartment whenever you want. I don't want you there anymore. Do you understand?"

"Jake, I don't know why you're all pissed or whatever, I just used your shower."

"You use my shower all the time. You steal clothes from me all the time. You break my stuff. You annoy my friends. You insist on being at my apartment all the time, even though I know, I know you have your own. I don't understand it and I don't want to. Just please. STOP." Jake's face is red, from anger or something else, it's impossible to tell.

Amir says nothing.

Jake looks at him. Their eyes meet and Jake sucks in a quick breath. He wants to be angry. He is angry.

"…Okay," Amir says finally.

"Okay, what?" Jake snaps. Too fast. Too harsh.

Amir takes off his glasses and puts them on his desk. Jake wants to grab them and smash them to bits. He's pissed, really pissed, at Amir, but for none of the reasons he said he was.

Amir stares straight forward at the space above Jake's desk. Jake walks over and sits down in his chair, in front of his desk, in front of Amir, who is still staring into space.

Jake turns his monitor on and finds another post-it note. This one says, Jake…I just wanted to do something for you because

He crushes it up in his fist and looks over his computer at Amir. "…Dude, are you crying?"

Amir is covering his face with his hands, but it's obvious he's crying.

Shit, Jake thinks. Shit. Shit. Fucking SHIT. "Hey," he says in what he hopes isn't an angry voice. "Hey…"

Amir sniffs and doesn't speak. Jake stands up and walks to the side of Amir's desk. Amir doesn't even look at him. Jake smoothes the note out and puts it on Amir's desk. "Do you—"

"SHUT UP!" Amir says with such ferocity that Jake takes a step back. "Will you just fucking shut up!" His hands remain over his face, though, so he could just as well be talking to his overactive mind as he could to Jake.

"Amir," Jake says. "Hey. Amir." He swallows hard and takes a step forward. "I'm sorry I—"

In one swift motion, Amir uncovers his face, stands up, and latches onto Jake, nearly squeezing the breath out of him.

"Okay, okay," Jake says because he doesn't know what else to say and because he can only kind of breathe. "You're choking me," he adds. Amir loosens his grip by a fractional amount, but it allows Jake to talk. "Okay, Amir, look. I know—"

Amir sniffles and convulses, and Jake returns the hug reflexively, running a hand up and down Amir's back without even knowing what he's doing. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get all shitty like that. I'm really confused right now and I don't know what to do about a lot of things and I'm just—sorry." Jake's face turns red. As if he needs that to happen again.

Amir begins digging a hole in Jake's collarbone with his nose, so Jake figures his apology was accepted. "Hey," Amir says finally, his voice coming out more nasally than usual, "This is okay. Right?" He doesn't look at Jake at all; he expects him to say yes. And he does.

"…Yeah. This is okay. You're okay." Jake hesitates, then says, "Are we okay?" He mentally cringes. It sounds like they're in a relationship. A more truthful part of his brain tells him they may as well be.

"Yeah. Yes. I…" Amir trails off.

"What?" Jake asks.

Amir finally looks at him. "I'm hungry."