A/N: This is a companion piece to 'The Lament for Spot Conlon'. It picks up exactly where TLFSC left off. They were in bed, and it's, like, right after that. The majority of this piece, however, is a letter Spot wrote to Race while he was out West, but never sent because he was too afraid. Read on!

    Spot Conlon looked over to where his best friend and lover, Racetrack Higgins, was sleeping. He breathed a small sigh of contentment, and wondered, for the thousandth time, why he'd ever left New York in the first place. He rolled over, swung his feet down, and hauled himself out of bed. He looked over at Race with a small twinge of envy. Race always slept like a baby after sex, but for Spot, an orgasm was like drinking three of four cups of coffee, so he always ended up pacing and thinking. And right now, he was thinking about that Goddamn letter. He wrote it while he was out West, if he recalled correctly, somewhere in Nebraska. 'Lincoln. Yeah, Lincoln! Cool little town. Nebraska had only been a state for 35 years before I got there, so it wasn't quite developed. But it was cool anyway.' But that wasn't the point. He had to decide whether or not to let Race see the letter, and to just chuck it in the Lodging House fire. It was for Race but was it necessary to give it to him now that they were back together? He decided to read it one more time, before he decided. He opened the envelope, unfolded the letter, and re-read what he'd written, all those months ago.

'Dear Race,

Nebraska's kinda interesting. It's alright, but it'd be better if youse were here with me. I told you I left because I was sick of bein' a Newsie. Well, that was only half-true. I also left because I wasn't ready for a relationship, and I didn't wanna hurt you. And I was sure that's what I was gonna do. So, being the tough guy that I am, I never let you see how much saying those words cost me. I never cried 'till I met you, mi amore. But that night, and every night for two months, I cried for you, Race. I loved more than I was ever willing to admit, and it tore my heart out to leave you. But, I felt it was what I had to do. So I took off for the Wild, Wild West. But I ain't goin' past Nebraska. Everyday without you is another day in hell.

 I just want you to know, I love you, Race. And I can't blame you for not forgiving me, because, after all, I did leave you. I just feel better telling you.

Love,

Spot'

He looked at it again, and decided to just chuck it in the fire. After all, Race already knew he loved him. After all, he'd admitted as much. He went downstairs, chucked the letter in the fireplace, then went back upstairs. He crawled back into bed, kissed the top of Race's head, switched off the light, and went to sleep.

END

I hoped you guys liked this companion piece to TLFSC. It's kinda short, but I think it's OK. Please review!