A/N: Teensy bit of angst in this chapter. Sorry it's so short! Usual disclaimer. Oh, and I mean absolutely no disrespect to Brokeback Mountain when I mention it in here.

"Got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right

And I've got someone waiting too"

They continued walking on towards Navy Pier. It was a long walk, but neither minded, both reveling in the opportunity to simply walk together.

It was a beautiful evening, just chilly enough for Ryan to lean against Greg for warmth, but not overly cold. The setting sun cast a red glow in the sky, reflected on the lake and glittering in the windows of the skyscrapers. People walking past paid no attention to the two men as they made their way to the Pier. They finally arrived, walking under the red metal sign proclaiming the name of the pier.

The fountain in front of the main building looking amazing in the last rays of the setting sun, the individual water droplets sparkling like liquid fire as they burst into the sky and plummeted back to the ground. Toward the east, the sky blackened like ink spreading over blue paper, with the first stars just beginning to be visible.

Greg grinned and pulled Ryan over to the fountain. "Here, wait for a second." Leaving Ryan for a brief second, he dragged a hapless bystander over, fishing in his pocket and pulling out a disposable camera. "This guy's going to take our picture!" he told Ryan excitedly.

"Is this really necessary?" groaned Ryan as he followed Greg reluctantly.

"Yes. Yes it is," said Greg firmly, turning to Ryan and wrapping his arms around his waist possessively.

Ryan groaned again, but he put his arms around Greg's neck, leaning into his embrace.

Leaning forward so that their noses were just touching, Greg asked with a smirk, "Whaddya think they'll call this, Brokeback CSI?"

Ryan burst out laughing, as did Greg, just as the camera flashed, freezing the memory forever. Greg grinned down at Ryan. "I'll make sure and send you a copy of that picture," he told him, brown eyes sparkling in amusement.

Ryan's breath caught in his throat and his mouth seemed to dry. "Greg…" he started, unsure what he was going to say, but knowing that he had to say it. "Greg, I like you. I like you a lot. And I…well, I hope you like me too."

Greg sighed and turned away. "Ryan, I do like you," he said quietly. "But I also have a girlfriend. And besides, I'm not…I mean, I've never…I've never felt like this for another guy before. And as much as I like you, I don't want to get into anything with you while I do have a girlfriend."

Ryan nodded slowly. "I understand," he said quietly. "I mean, there's this guy at home that I'm kinda…with, I guess, so…it's all good." In reality though, Ryan could feel his heart breaking.

Greg nodded shortly, then gestured with his shoulder. "Why don't we go inside?" he asked quietly. Ryan shrugged in assent and they went in. Greg groaned in envy when he saw the IMAX theatre. "Man, I wish we had known! We could've gone to the movies…" He trailed off and the two fell into an uneasy silence.

They continued through, looking at all the little shops and walking along in silence. When they neared the end, Greg gave Ryan a hesitant grin. "Wanna go on the Ferris wheel?" he asked, almost shyly.

Ryan glanced outside at the huge metal machine, its flashing lights reflecting in the lake. "Sure," he said with a shrug. "Why not?"