Ste was heartbroken. Did he just dream all that. Did Brendan really just knock him back? All those months of looking after him, signing the Deli over to him, being prepared to take a bullet for him, even trying to kiss him and now he's saying he doesn't care?! Unbelieveable.

Ste put on his favourite trousers. They were grey, tight but really comfy and almost felt like pyjama bottoms. He always used to wear them whenever he felt down, beaten and just generally complete and utter shit. He felt like shit now. Cheryl telling him she hopes Brendan jumped off the bridge. Ste felt like doing it himself, but then his thoughts darted back to his children.

Leah had always loved Brendan. Sure, she was scared at first, who wouldn't be? Moustaches weren't exactly seen everywhere you went but she sure loved him. He always brought her new toys when he came round to see 'Daddy.'

*Back to Brendan*

Brendan had lied. Of course he wanted Steven. More than anything in the world. He would probably even somehow be able to show affection in public some day. Not just any bloke, just the one he loved with all his heart. He'd only said those words to Ste once before, just before they made love on the floor of his flat. But yet again he'd ruined that when his ex-wife caught them snogging against the sofa. He denied anything was happening between them, even if it was obvious it was. That was the last straw for Steven. He refused to ever have anything to do with Brendan again. So why had he come back basically begging for another chance at happiness?

'I need to see him' Brendan thought.

Rushing to the nearest hotel he asked the lady at the desk if she knew anything about Steven.

'Left about half an hour ago dear'

Oh god. Where was he? Brendan couldn't let him get on that plane. Steven was right. Brendan did want him. Now more than ever. Not just sexually, even though that would be amazing. He just wanted to hold him close and never let him go ever again. He wanted that more than anything.

Brendan thought he must look like a psycho running through the streets of Dublin. He didn't care who saw him either. Checking all the bars. No sign. Even went to the airport and more or less threatened the man on the desk to reveal whether or not Steven had checked in. He hadn't. Brendan thought that was a bonus in itself.

Running back through the main streets, he looked up at ha'penny bridge. It looked lovely. He wondered if Ste was on there. He thought it was worth a shot. Looking into the distance there was his boy, looking down into the water like a lost child, desperate to find his family with a blank expression on his face.

Ste turned round and didn't know what to think...