A/N: Short chappie, sorry! But it's full of wonderful, zoo fluffiness. Enjoy!

"Holding hands with you when we're out at night"

Greg and Ryan took a cab to the zoo. When they arrived, Greg insisted that they had to see the monkeys first. Ryan reluctantly agreed; he was not a big fan of monkeys. Together they headed to the primate house. Greg was as giddy as a child in a candy store, rushing around and pointing at all the different breeds of monkeys. "Look, Ryan!" he exclaimed, pointing at a Golden Lion Tamarin. "It looks like me!"

It did, actually. The monkey's fur was a similar shade to Greg's hair, and the fur on his head stood up all over, just like Greg's.

Ryan grinned at Greg. "Aw, look, he has your sense of style…or lack thereof."

Greg glared at him. "Insulting my style is hitting below the belt, buddy," he said conversationally, belying his easy tone with a gentle punch to Ryan's shoulder. "You insult my sense of style and I can no longer guarantee your safety."

Ryan just laughed. "No offense, Greg, but forgive me if I don't exactly find you intimidating. After all, I used to be a cop."

Greg stopped and looked at him quizzically. "You did? I didn't know that." He mulled it over. "That's kind of cool. But just because I don't intimidate you doesn't mean I'm not still dangerous."

"Greg, you just compared yourself to a miniature primate who throws its own poop for fun."

"Well, what animal would you compare me to?" asked Greg, sticking out his tongue childishly.

Ryan thought for a minute before responding, "A raccoon."

"A raccoon?" repeated Greg incredulously. "What the hell made you choose that, of all things?"

"I happen to think you are very similar to a raccoon," said Ryan defensively. "You're funny, amusing, and incredibly curious. You both share an innate love for shiny things and for what most people would consider trash. You're creative, intelligent, friendly and playful."

"True," mused Greg, thoughtful. "I guess I never thought about it like that." He gave Ryan a grin. "You wanna know what animal I think you're like?"

Ryan groaned. 'I'm probably going to regret this, but…sure. What animal am I like?"

"A lion," said Greg simply.

"A lion?" said Ryan, raising an eyebrow. "I am nothing like a lion. I mean, as flattering as it is that you think I'm comparable to the king of the beasts, somehow, I think not."

"Ok, so maybe you're not like a lion in the whole "king of beasts" Aslan sense," agreed Greg, "but you are still like a lion!"

"How?" asked Ryan, eyebrow still raised. "I sleep twenty-three hours each day? I let the girls do my hunting for me? How? Name one way I am similar to a lion."

Ok…" acquiesced Greg after a moment, "so maybe you're not like a lion. But I'll tell you what animal you're like…a wolf!"

"Oh yeah, you're funny," growled Ryan. "Like I haven't heard every possible wolf joke in the world since I was five."

"Well, lucky for you, I'm not joking." At Ryan's dubious glare, Greg insisted, "No, I'm serious! You're smart, loyal, strong, fiercely protective, and you're misunderstood by most people. So see," he said, throwing Ryan a grin, "maybe your name fits you more than you think."

Ryan couldn't help but grin; Greg's smile was contagious. "Ok, so my name fits me, alright?" he allowed. "Now drop it!"

"Sir, yes sir!" said Greg with a mocking salute. They strolled out of the primate house and past the lions. Greg stopped suddenly. "Hey, you wanna wait here for a second? I've got something I need to get."

"Ok," said Ryan with a shrug. He walked over to the lion enclosure and leaned on the rail. He watched the lions for a while, watched one huge male as he yawned. Ryan yawned himself. It was getting dark and was getting late, at least for him. He'd been up early.

Closing his eyes, he tilted his head up and felt the sun's dying rays warm his face. Suddenly, he felt someone's hand grab his, and felt the person's fingers weave firmly with his. He opened his eyes to find Greg next to him, bearing a bag from the gift shop.

Greg didn't let go of his hand, simply choosing to smile and offer Ryan the bag. "I got you something."

Ryan smiled, a slightly hesitant smile, and took the bag from him with his free hand. Reluctantly, he pulled his other hand from Greg's and reached in the bag to pull out…a small, stuffed wolf. He shook his head and grinned in spite of himself. "This is what you got for me?" he asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Heck yes," said Greg with a big grin. "I wanted to get you a souvenir to commemorate our trip here, and a wolf just seemed appropriate."

"Thank you," said Ryan with a genuine smile. Greg nodded with a small smile and then took Ryan's hand again. Ryan looked down at their entwined fingers and blushed, trying to keep a giant grin from spreading over his face.

"C'mon, let's go!" said Greg, pulling Ryan toward the exit. They left the zoo and strolled down the street, chatting quietly and window-shopping, hands still loosely woven together.