Bill yawned, stretching away the still present sleep. He opened his eyes, looking around the room at the empty, messy beds. He blinked a few times, trying to remember where he was. It took him several moments to realize he was in the recording studio apartment, and he sat up quickly, gaping at the closed door. Memories of the night before were rushing back, both exciting and scaring him. He wanted to run down the stairs to see Tom, but he also thought he shouldn't. He knew it might be risky for him to run into the other boy that soon, he was afraid of how it might make him feel.

Having feelings for your brother is wrong, right? No, it's right. Or is it wrong? Bill couldn't decide, let alone get his own thoughts straight. He groaned, clutching his head in his hands, and fell back onto the mattress. He was confusing himself more than his feelings were.

Something crashed downstairs, and Bill bolted up off the bed, out into the hall, and down the narrow staircase. He burst into the kitchen, and immediately started laughing. Gustav was flat on his back, surrounded in pots and pans. Bill glanced up at the open, and now empty, cabinet. Gustav was staring at the ceiling, mouth slightly ajar, seeming to be in shock. Georg finally pulled him to his feet, chuckling. Gustav flushed a deep pink and laughed nervously.

"I, uh... I tried climbing onto the counter to get the pan I couldn't reach. And, well..." He smiled sheepishly up at Bill, who laughed even harder. Bill glanced around the room, only just noticing Tom's absence.

"Uh, where's Tom?" He asked, not sure if he really cared, but knowing he did. Georg shrugged, and started picking pans up off the floor.

"He went to the store, we're out of milk." Gustav said, beginning to help Georg.

"Oh." Bill looked around the room a moment, before kneeling down to pick up a very large pot. "What the hell do you use this thing for?" Bill asked, eyeing it. Georg shrugged.

"Don't know, we haven't needed it yet." He laughed, and Gustav nodded. Once the kitchen was restored to its former order, and Gustav had the pan he'd been searching for on the stove, the boys sat down at the kitchen table.

"So, I'm making eggs. What do you want to go with them?" Gustav asked, standing up and going over to the fridge. He opened the door and looked through the shelves a moment. "Fuck."

"What now?" Georg sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically, making Bill giggle. Gustav pulled his head out of the fridge and glared at him.

"We're out of eggs." Gustav said flatly, and Georg groaned.

"Dumbass, why didn't you notice that before we sent Tom to the store?" Georg whined, and Gustav flushed. At that moment, the door opened and Tom strolled in with a carton of milk. "Great, now we can't call and make him grab it." Georg groaned again, and Tom looked confused.

"We're out of eggs." Bill informed him, and Tom laughed.

"Great. Does that mean I get to go back out?" He asked, looking at Gustav. Gustav frowned, opening his mouth, but Bill cut him off.

"I'll get them." Bill said, standing up. He headed for the door, but Tom grabbed his shirt.

"I'll go with you. Don't want you getting lost." He nodded to Georg and Gustav, and they left together. Once out on the street, they walked in silence. Bill wanted to say something, wanted to ask Tom so many things, but he was afraid. Tom finally broke the silence.

"Sorry about last night." He was looking straight ahead, almost refusing to look at Bill. Bill sighed, bumping into him.

"I don't blame you. I'm just.." Bill thought a moment. "Confused, I guess." He continued. Tom glanced at him and smiled weakly.

"I wish I could fix that.. It's hard, you not remembering and all. But, I think me telling you would just make it worse." Tom seemed to be talking more to himself than Bill. Bill listened, hoping if he kept quiet, Tom would keep going. He got lucky. "I mean, I want you to remember us. How we were. But, I think that would be hard on you, since it was hard enough when you remembered. Things were hard, the secrecy, the guilt. But we had each other. Life was good, hectic and stressful, but good." He looked at Bill, and gasped, as if just realizing he had been speaking out loud. "I mean, just.. Forget about everything I said." He looked away, blushing furiously. Bill frowned, even more confused. Secrecy? Guilt? What did they have to be secretive about?

"No, tell me. I want to know." Bill grabbed Tom's hand, stopping him. "I want to know everything. The good and the bad." He smiled reassuringly, wishing for the millionth time he had his memory back, wishing he could hug his brother and tell him everything was alright. Tom sighed, looking back at him.

"Later, alright?" Bill nodded, and smiled.

**

"Fuck you! God!" Bill yelled, throwing a pillow at Tom. Tom laughed, throwing it back.

"You wou- Er... Get over it!" Tom stumbled over his words, flinching at his slip. Bill didn't seem to notice though, as he was furiously pressing buttons on the game controller. Tom sighed in relief, and went back to kicking Bill's ass at the racing game. Bill had always been a horrible driver, both with a game controller, and behind the wheel of a car.

Several days had passed since he promised to tell Bill what was going on, but he still hadn't said anything. Truth was, he was afraid. The bond they'd had before had taken years to build, and even longer to understand. It wasn't something most people would understand, and Tom didn't want to be rejected. He loved Bill, he truly did, but without the trust and the understanding between them, Tom didn't think Bill would be so accepting of the whole thing. The feelings were very obviously still there, but they were only confusing Bill. Tom blamed himself for that, and had carefully avoided confusing Bill any more. Little did he know, Bill was confusing himself.

"Oh, fuck it!" Bill said, furiously hitting the power button on the game console. He dropped the controller at his feet, glaring up at Tom, who grinned.

"You're just jealous of my mad skills." Tom teased, and Bill snorted.

"Something tells me I should know for a fact, that your 'mad skills' really aren't that mad." Bill teased back, and Tom gaped at him.

"Uh."

"God damn it, Tomi. What is it with us? It's so messed up, but.. Gah!" Bill said, falling back on the floor. Tom looked down at him, shocked, from his place on the couch.

"Er, what about us?" Tom asked, hoping to God Bill wasn't thinking what he was thinking. Bill sat up and glared at him.

"You know what I'm talking about. I want you, and it's driving me fucking crazy. I swear to god, I've been having wet dreams every night since the movie. And every time, I come dreaming of you. How fucking messed up is that? You're my brother! I know it's wrong, but.." Bill brought his knees up to his chest, and buried his head in his arms. His body shook with the sobs, and his makeup smeared down his cheeks, leaving black tear trails down his face. Tom stared, open mouthed, down at him, not sure what to do.

"I, uh." He stammered, blankly. Bill's head jerked up, and he stared up at Tom.

"What the fuck is wrong with me, Tomi?" He asked, his voice still quivering with the tears. Tom sighed and slid onto the floor beside him, pulling Bill into his arms. Bill sobbed and wrapped his arms around him tightly, smearing his dark makeup into Tom's white t-shirt.

"Shh." Tom whispered soothingly into Bill's ear, petting his head gently. "Just forget about it, alright?" He began rocking back and forth, soothing Bill like you would a crying child. Because really, that's what Bill was. He was so small and fragile, Tom was always afraid he might break him. But he never did, because, despite all else, Bill was strong. And yet here he was, crying like a scorned child, clutching his brother for dear life. Tom kissed the top of Bill's head softly, squeezing him tighter.

"I can't forget, Tomi. I can't.." He cried softly. Tom wrapped an arm around his lower back, pulling both of them to their feet. He gently lifted Bill up, one arm under his knees, the other supporting the rest of his body, and carried the small, crying boy upstairs. He carefully placed Bill in a bed, not really noticing which, and carefully pulled the blankets up over him. He smiled down at Bill, so much like the small boy he had once been, and yet so different. "Tomi.." Bill said softly. Tom sat down beside him, wiping the black tears from his face. Bill reached up and pulled Tom's head down, kissing him softly. Slowly, his hand fell down onto the bed beside him, and he was asleep. Tom sighed, standing up and walking to the door. He glanced back at his twin, now sleeping soundly, and turned the light off before stepping out into the hall.