"Eric?"

"Mm?"

"D'you ever think much about where we come from?"

"...'course not. We're just here. We eat and sleep and work overtime forever."

"Oh...alright."

"...how come?"

"If you think about it, we are death. I mean...our kind must've been around since...always. And you'll always be here. And Grell, and Ronald, and the others. But...I won't."

"...where's this goin'?"

"There must be some sort of plan in place, you know. To make things this way. There must be a plan for each of us. And that's where I got lucky."

"Lucky?"

"Well, it isn't really-"

"C'mon, now I'm curious."

"It's silly."

"Now m'more curious."

"Eric!"

"Alan."

"...just wondering, really..."

"Wonderin' what?"

"If it was was meant to be like this. If this was the universe's apology; getting to be here with you."

"..."

"I think it must be."

"..."

"...Eric?"

"And...what if it's not? What if I've stolen a better destiny from you?"

"I couldn't imagine a better one."

"...!"

"...pfft."

"..."

"Eric, you've gone pink."

"Shush. Haven't."

"Yes, you have."

"Go t'sleep, Al."

"...goodnight, Eric."

"I love you."

"...!"

"Heh. Now who's pink?"

"Sh-shut up."

"Goodnight, Alan."

"...I love you too, Eric."


So this...barely fits the theme. But I didn't wanna write a sad one.