A/N—Reminder that I don't own these characters and that all credit goes to the creators of "Big Time Rush."

I know I just posted yesterday, but I'm getting so much writing done yesterday and today that I'm cool with that. I so appreciate you guys for reading! This chapter wraps things up for all of them, and then we'll have a time jump. Really hope you're enjoying this!

Moving James' belongings into Logan's apartment took up the entire afternoon. Logan sat him down for a few minutes to fill out the application as a new tenant, and when he nervously questioned, "What if I get turned down?" Logan reminded him it was just a formality and that the landlord had stated it was basically a done deal.

"Stop worrying about everything," Logan smiled. "This is meant to be."

Because James felt the same way, his answer was a grin before he leaned in to press a kiss to Logan's lips.

Brooke ended up demanding that James stay with her at the hotel that night, which confused him until they were alone for dinner at James' favorite cafe. It was one much of the faculty frequented because it was close to campus and the food and service was fantastic. Brooke sniffed her nose at it but indulged James, who led her to the booth he normally shared with Logan.

"I promise, Mom, you'll love it. Try the nachos."

"James, I have never had a nacho in my life."

"Then I'm getting that and you have to try some of it."

Though she rolled her eyes, she opened her menu and appeared to study it, but then murmured, "So you've decided this is a good idea."

"I'm telling you, you'll wish you'd eaten nachos sooner."

Her head whipped up with an exasperated expression. "I'm talking about Logan, darling. The boy did break your heart, or have you forgotten that already?"

"Ugh." His head fell back on the sound. "Is that why you wanted me to stay with you tonight? So you could interrogate me?"

"I canceled my conference call and all of the meetings I had scheduled today to come help you. You owe me time."

James supposed that was true. "I really do appreciate it. Thank you."

An eyebrow arched. "Well. At least the boy has taught you some manners."

"He's taught me lots of things, Mom. He makes me a better person. He got me in touch with my heart."

"And then stole it away." When James only shrugged, eyes on his menu, she blew her straw wrapper at him. James looked up in shock to see her smirking at him.

"Did you just...Mom, since when do you sink to that level of immaturity?"

"I'm too old to miss an opportunity like that. Life moves pretty fast."

"And now you're quoting Ferris Bueller. Mom, are you feeling okay? I expected you to be pissed that I'm gay."

"Well, it wasn't the thing I wanted most to hear from my son, but I'm glad you found the courage to finally tell me. How long did you hide that from me?"

James braced himself, wondering how to explain it. He was saved a reply by the appearance of their server, not at all surprised when his mother ordered a salad and some sort of fruit concoction. James went with nachos and mozzarella sticks, asking for an extra plate so they could share. Once the server took back their menus and moved away, Brooke stared at James expectantly.

"Okay, well...the thing is I wasn't positive until recently."

"How is that possible?"

"I fell for Logan almost right away. We'd met up in the lounge and even though he didn't really catch my eye, he was kind to me. I don't know, it...made me look at him differently. But that didn't mean I was gay, necessarily. One guy doesn't make you gay, just...curious maybe?"

Brooke nodded, conceding that. "So you're saying that now you know because you've been attracted to other men?"

"Yeah."

She chewed on that while sipping water through a straw. "I have to admit that I was very surprised by Logan's appearance."

"Why?" James frowned.

"The news that you were gay surprised me in itself, but once I accepted that I pictured what he must look like. I kept getting an image of someone who looked more like...oh, what was his name? That hockey boy you were obsessed with. Knight, I think?"

All the blood drained from James' face. "Kendall?"

"Yes! That boy."

"Mom, I was not obsessed with him! Why would you bring him up?"

"James, you lived and breathed the arts for most of your life. It was your identity. But the one thing that could pull you away from it was hockey, and your favorite player was the Knight boy. You used to gush over his talent and the plays he made all the time. Honestly I wonder now how I didn't see the gay thing then."

"It wasn't like that! It was about hockey!"

"Be that as it may, you were enthralled with that boy. Are you going to sit here and tell me you don't still keep up with his career?" she smirked with a knowing grin.

This had to be his worst nightmare. "He doesn't play anymore. He had an injury."

"Oh." The grin died. "Well, that's a shame. He had a promising career ahead of him."

"Yeah. Can we stop talking about Kendall now? Please?"

"Yes yes, fine. So tell me what it is you like about this Logan. Why is he worth the risk of having your heart broken again?"

"It's hard to put into words," James admitted, grateful that the appetizer arrived and gave him something to look at besides his mother's direct stare. "Logan cares about me. He looks out for me. Accepts me even when I'm at my worst."

"Isn't that what I do?"

"Yes, Mom, but...it's so much more than that. What we have is so special. I almost ruined it and he was mad, but he still gave me another chance. He loves me."

"He does seem to," she agreed softly. "His face when he saw the empty living room...he was whiter than a ghost."

"I would've been the same way if he was suddenly going to disappear. Last night when he made me leave after I'd told him my feelings..." James shuddered just thinking about it, and how close he'd come to losing his rock.

"But that's my point. If he loves you so much, why wouldn't he be happy with the news?"

"I told you, he felt betrayed. Like I'd lied to him. I did lie to him."

"You said he kept his feelings from you as well."

"He did, but he never kept it from me that he was gay. And that's what hurt him so much."

"A lie's a lie, darling. There aren't degrees of deception."

"I think there are. Lying to protect someone is allowed."

"Until that person finds out the truth. Then that leaves you where you were last night, a sobbing mess on the phone with your mother."

James sighed and popped the last of the cheese sticks in his mouth. "I don't expect you to understand it. He loves me. I love him. That's all that matters. We've wasted an entire year that we could've been happy together and we're changing that now."

"But you were happy together, right? Even without the romance? You talked about him all the time as if you were with him constantly."

"I pretty much was. And yes, we were happy. This is a natural step, Mom. It's meant to be."

"I hope you're right. He does seem like a nice young man who will treat you well. I guess that's all a mother can ask for. But darling...I still think you should keep your sexuality under wraps. It will ruin your career once you get that going again."

James bit his lip, having had the same thought. "I'll worry about that when the time comes."

"Are you still attempting to write songs?"

"I have four now. No wait, five. I wrote another while waiting for you to get here last night."

"That's half an album!" she exclaimed, pride suffusing her features. "I'm proud of you, James. I was against this move from the start, but it does seem to have..." Her face changed, something catching her eye near the front of the cafe. "Is that...? No, that would be too much of a coincidence."

Knowing his mother regularly ran into people she knew all the time due to her work, James let the comment pass. "It has helped me grow. Logan especially has...Mom, can you pay attention to me while I'm talking?"

"Sorry, darling, but I could swear that's..."

"Logan is patient with me, even when I say the wrong thing or...Mother, I'm speaking to you."

"If he would just turn around for a second..." She suddenly gasped. "It is! James, I'm about to make your biggest dream come true. Well, second biggest. Don't move."

"Mom! What the hell?"

She was gone, though. James spun around in his booth to watch her approach the front register, exasperated beyond belief. She was always doing this, making him feel like someone else was more important, and this was why he valued Logan so much. Logan made sure he was number one. Logan...

All coherent thought ceased when his mother turned back toward him and pulled someone away from the small group of patrons congested near the entrance. "No," was all he was capable of. He'd been wrong earlier. This was his worst nightmare.

"Darling, look! It's Kendall Knight!"

"Oh my god," James uttered, wanting to crawl under the table and die. "Mom. No, you don't—"

Kendall's face shifted into shock when he realized who he was being led toward. "Hey."

"My son has been a fan of your skills for years. You should've heard the way he carried on about you when you joined his favorite team. It was Knight this, Knight that...James, don't be rude. Stand up."

"Mom..." There was nothing else to do. James buried his hot, beet-red face in the arms crossed over each other in front of him. Hearing the amusement in Kendall's voice when he spoke, James wished he could wake up from this nightmare.

"Mrs...Diamond, is it? We've actually met. James works at the high school with me."

A hard smack landed on his shoulder. "You work with him? Why didn't you tell me that before I made a fool of myself?"

Finally James looked up, avoiding Kendall's face to look into hers. "I didn't know who you were talking about."

"Still, we talked about him not even five minutes ago and you never mentioned that you knew him!"

One of Kendall's eyebrows rose. Oh, this was just getting worse and worse. "It was nothing important," he mumbled to Kendall.

A body squeezed by his mother and Kendall to set down plates heaped with food. "Let me know if you need anything else. Will you be joining them, sir?"

"Me?" Kendall asked. "Oh no, I—"

"Nonsense, let me buy you dinner. It's the least I can do for the moments of joy you gave my son every time you won a game for that team."

James shook his head at Kendall in panic. He offered her a gracious smile and said, "I'd love to, but I just came in to pick up my order before heading home."

"So your food is ready, you can join us."

"I'm so sorry, I have plans later this evening and I need to get going." The server left them, satisfied that she wouldn't be needed at the moment, and Kendall smiled down at James hesitantly. "Actually, James, I'm glad I ran into you. I was concerned when you didn't show up today. You doing okay?"

"I'm good," he nodded, finally forcing himself to face the green eyes that sent his stomach into motion. "Things are going to work out the way I'd hoped."

"That's a relief. I'm happy for you."

Seeing that Kendall truly was, James allowed his lips to curve up for a moment. "Thanks. I think in some way you brought all this about, so...I'm sorry it ended the way it did for you, but..."

"No, this is best. You two are meant to be."

"We are," James agreed. "I moved in with Logan today."

"Oh. Wow, you two don't waste any time."

"On the contrary, we wasted an entire year."

Kendall conceded that with a nod. "Well, Mrs. Diamond, it was a pleasure to meet you."

"And you too, young man. James tells me you're no longer skating?"

"Not professionally. I coach now. In fact, I'm having a prosthetic skate made so that I can get back on the ice at least in that capacity."

Shit. I never sent Jennifer that money. James added that to his mental list of things to do before bed. The other thing on that list? Call Logan. Just to say I love you. God, it felt good to be able to say the words out loud.

"I'm glad you didn't let an injury keep you down. I admire that in a person. It was a pleasure meeting you, as well."

They shook hands, Kendall glancing over at James one more time. "See you around?"

"Hard not to when we work together."

"Right. Well...have a wonderful evening, you two."

"Kendall, are you sure you can't join us? I'm only in town tonight."

Kendall hesitated, silently questioning James. James made it clear the option was off the table. "I think it's best I get going. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Brooke seated herself after he'd moved away. "What a nice young man. You couldn't even stand up for him?"

"I see him every day, Mom. And did you really have to embarrass me by telling him what a huge fan I was?"

"You've never told him that? How did you hide it?"

"Long story. Can we get back to Logan now?"

"Oh fine, fine. James, I don't want any of those nachos. Quit piling them onto a plate for me."

"You're trying them. Two bites and I'll let you off the hook."

She rolled her eyes but acquiesced. "What else would you like to say about Logan?"

"Just that he's so patient with me, even when I say the wrong thing or act like a jerk, he still loves me."

"Does he scold you for it?"

"What do you mean?"

"When you're rude to him, does he just take it or does he challenge you?"

"I'm not rude to him. Ever. Just...everyone else."

"Well, I'm sure that you two will have your share of fights now that you're living together."

"Why would you say that? We get along great."

"Trust me, it's going to happen. That doesn't mean it will tear you two apart; arguments are normal in a close relationship. What matters is how you resolve those differences."

"We do have a lot of differences," James chuckled, biting into his nachos with a hum of satisfaction. "Seriously Mom, try this."

"So when you argue, will he be one to fight back or just roll over?"

"What does it matter?"

"It matters because the relationships that last are based on mutual respect."

"What does that mean?"

"If he can't fight back, you won't respect him."

"Obviously he can. He proved that last night when he rejected me."

"That's not the same thing. If he—oh, good Lord, what is this I'm eating?"

James grinned. "It's heaven."

"It's fat and salt and grease and...slime."

"I know. Great, right?"

"It's fantastic. Give me more of that."

With a grin, James did. His mother had reservations about Logan, but he didn't. James knew without a doubt that his life was finally moving in the direction it was supposed to. It was an incredible feeling.

James waited for his mother to turn in before calling Logan. He knew he'd see Logan first thing in the morning, but that seemed an eternity away now that he knew they'd be sleeping together every night.

By this time tomorrow, would he no longer be a virgin? The idea of it set off butterflies in his stomach. He'd imagined sex with Rush (Kendall, his mind whispered) so many times over the past week, but he'd never allowed himself to take it that far with Logan because he knew he'd never get there.

Well. Life had a way of surprising you, didn't it? With a grin, James settled into a corner of the sofa in the suite's living room and dialed Logan.

"Are you coming home tonight?"

The word lit up James' heart. Home. "She still insisted I stay the night. But at least now I know why."

"Because you made her come all the way out here for nothing?"

"No, because she wanted to interrogate me about you."

Silence. Then finally, "Oh."

"She's heard me talk about you for the past year, but now that you're my..."

"You can say it, James," Logan chuckled. "I'm your boyfriend."

"I just wanted to hear you say it again. Now that you're my boyfriend, she actually cares."

"She's a little scary, you know."

"I know. But she just wants me to be happy."

"Which is the way it should be. Oh my god, I just realized how ecstatic my mother is going to be about this."

James laughed hard, already imagining the squeals of excitement and the overpowering hug he would endure next time he saw Mrs. Mitchell. "You haven't told her yet?"

"No, I haven't really had time to think about all of this. I set up your stuff in the bathroom and cleared out half the closet and dresser for you. The kitchen is still my domain, though."

"Since you're the one who does most of the cooking, I won't fight you on that. But I get T.V. rights after 'Jeopardy!'"

"We'll discuss that later," Logan smiled. "I miss you."

"I miss you, too," James replied softly, warmth filling his chest. "I can't believe this is finally happening."

"I've dreamed about it so many times."

"It's crazy, isn't it? How stupid we were about being so scared to just say the words?"

"You said the words plenty. Just never the way I wanted you to."

"I always meant it that way. I was terrified you'd figure that out."

"Me, too." A heavy silence fell, both of them wishing they were together. "See you in class for breakfast?"

"You know it."

"It's your week to buy."

"Don't remind me."

"Listen um...there's one thing we need to talk about before tomorrow."

Please don't let it be Kendall. Anything but Kendall. "What's that?"

"It's...Kendall."

Fuck. Can I just get away from this guy already? "What's up?" James wondered, bracing himself.

"I'm pretty sure he thinks I hate him and I want to make it clear that I don't. Can he still join us for lunch, or are you going to be rude about it?"

Why is he everywhere? James sighed. "I won't be rude. I just...it feels like I can't get away from him."

"If you give him a chance, he could be a good friend to you. He actually kind of likes you, you know."

Oh, don't I know. The memories of those kisses flooded back in from the corner of his mind James had sealed them into. "Don't expect that we'll ever be good friends, Logan. We tolerate each other."

"I know, and even though things have changed I'm still the one stuck in the middle. I hate that. Just know that it's you I choose. I only dated him because I thought I had no chance with you. I was trying to move on. But you're my first choice and there's no need to be jealous or worry that I'd rather be with him. Are we clear?"

"I guess."

"No, I need a yes from you. Are we clear?"

"Yes."

"Okay. So knowing that, and that he dumped me because I wasn't what he's looking for, there's absolutely no reason for you to hate him. You're over the whole hockey thing, right? You got past it?"

"Yeah," James answered softly. "I know he made the right choice."

"Good. So we're all on the same page and he's just a friend to me and if you let him, he'll be the same to you."

"Still not sure that's a good idea."

"Fine. Time will show you I'm right. For now, can I count on you to be nice to him?"

"I'm not gonna be a dick, if that's what you're worried about."

"That's precisely what I'm worried about."

Thinking about the way both of them seemed to get worked up when they sparred, James knew it was a bad idea. "I'll be nice."

"Thank you. I knew you had that in you. Should we say goodnight?"

"I guess. I wish I was there."

"Me, too. See you in the morning. I love you."

It chased the clouds away. "I love you, too. Want pancakes?"

"If you don't let me go now, you'll oversleep and won't have time for pancakes."

"Okay bye!"

Logan's laughter was music to his ears. "Night, beautiful."

James' heart fluttered. "Night."

Two hours later James laid awake in a hotel bed, unable to sleep. There was a nagging in his brain. He blamed it on the unexpected appearance of Kendall during dinner, which had of course sent his mind tumbling back to Rush and the hurt that still resided in his heart even though he knew everything had worked out the way it was supposed to.

No matter what else was happening, being cut off from a friend with no warning hurt.

James had heard the word "closure" bandied about for years and never really understood the concept. When something was over, it was over. He didn't understand the need to rehash something that had ended. Let it go.

Now, though, he thought he was getting a taste of that need. Rush had been upfront and minced no words in his email, and yet James was left unsatisfied because he'd had no chance to express his own feelings. No opportunity to say "Hey, I respect that you have to live your own life but this fucking hurts." There would of course be no reason to miss the sex part of it in the future, as he'd have Logan for that now, but he couldn't get past the fact that he'd lost the first person he was ever able to be completely open and honest with.

He hadn't said goodbye.

With a heavy heart, James sat up in bed and reached for his phone. Rush could be angry all he wanted for the uninvited email, but James deserved that. He didn't even need to hear back; he just needed to have his say.

It was slow going, but James took his time composing the email with the knowledge it would be the last thing he ever said to Rush. Hopefully the man hadn't blocked his email address.

Hey,

I know you asked me not to contact you. I promise this will be the last time. It didn't feel right to just let you go without telling you some things, though, so I'm going to do that now and then close my mind to all of this.

I'm assuming that you and your guy made it to that level you needed from him and that's why this is ending. I'm happy for you. I know you really like him. He's a very lucky dude to have someone like you and I hope he realizes that. I wish you both all the luck.

I wanted you to know that I finally did it. I told my mom, and I told my buddy. It was scary but I'm glad I did. Mom was shocked and just like I thought, she thinks I should keep it a secret from the world. My buddy was upset that I lied to him for so long, but tonight we talked things over and it turns out you were right. He DOES love me. I don't see how, since there's no way in hell I compare to the hot guy he was dating, but he does and now we're together instead. I just wanted to say thanks because without your encouragement, I wouldn't have had the guts to do it. I'm even moving in with him. I hope you're proud of me. For some reason I need that, to know that you are. I'll just assume it's the truth. :P

Anyway. Looks like we both got what we wanted. Thank you for being here for me when I needed someone and for helping me explore my own feelings that were so new to me. I won't ever forget you. I'm glad you're happy. And if you're ever not, do what you told me to do. Find me in our happy place. I'll always be there with open arms to welcome you with a smile and a kiss. You'll always have a place in my heart. :)

Love,

King

There were tears in his eyes and an emptiness in his heart when James sent the email. He set down his phone and made his way to the bathroom, where he spent a few minutes getting hold of himself and letting go. He no longer needed Rush. Rush no longer needed him. All of this was for the best. Logan was waiting for him, and he'd wanted nothing more for over a year.

When he picked up his phone from the pillow he'd tossed it onto, he noticed an alert had come in while he was away. His heart leaped at the four words on the screen, which weren't in the form of an email but instead sent through the chat program.

Rusherone: I'm proud of you.

A yearning filled James, the need to talk to Rush so great it was almost a physical ache. Rush was there, he was awake, and what they both needed was closure.

Kingofdiamonds: Thank you. I needed to hear it.

Rusherone: I'm happy for you.

Kingofdiamonds: I'm happy for you, too.

Rusherone: So things worked out? He's in love with you?

Kingofdiamonds: He is. It's crazy, I never thought he could love me like that.

Rusherone: I told you, didn't I?

Kingofdiamonds: Yeah, you did. It was just hard to believe that I'm worthy of him.

Rusherone: You are. I promise.

Kingofdiamonds: Thanks. So you finally got past your guy's wall? He showed you that the kind of kiss you were craving does exist?

Rusherone: It does exist.

Kingofdiamonds: I can't wait to experience that with my guy.

Rusherone: You haven't yet? Did you guys not kiss after admitting your feelings?

Kingofdiamonds: Well, we fought after doing that. He was super pissed at me for not telling him earlier that I was gay.

Rusherone: I guess that's understandable.

Kingofdiamonds: But to be fair, it's not like I was 100% sure until recently.

Rusherone: Right, when you saw the hot guy at work. You said that's what clued you in, right?

Kingofdiamonds: That and talking to you. Between the two of you, there was no question.

Rusherone: So you still haven't kissed him?

Kingofdiamonds: Of course I did. We kissed today and it was amazing.

Rusherone: Good. I'm glad you found someone that makes you feel that way.

Kingofdiamonds: Can I tell you a secret?

Rusherone: Isn't that what we do here? :P

Kingofdiamonds: Okay true, but this one I shouldn't even be talking about. What I need to do is just forget it.

Rusherone: Tell me.

Kingofdiamonds: He wasn't my first kiss.

Rusherone: Who was?

Kingofdiamonds: The hot guy.

Rusherone: How did that happen?

Kingofdiamonds: He kind of...I wasn't expecting it. He got close to me and I wanted him and I couldn't fight it. So I asked him to stay away from me and he said he would, but first he kissed me.

Rusherone: How was it?

Kingofdiamonds: Truth?

Rusherone: Always between us.

Kingofdiamonds: I'm hard again just thinking about it. And that's the problem. I still have to be around this guy but now I'm with my buddy.

Rusherone: I'm sure that'll fade. Once you start getting physical attention from your...can I call him your boyfriend?

Kingofdiamonds: Yeah. That's what he is now. :)

Rusherone: So once you and your boyfriend start getting physical, you won't even remember what it felt like to kiss that guy.

Kingofdiamonds: What if I remember it every time I see him?

Rusherone: It won't matter because kissing your boyfriend will be even better.

Kingofdiamonds: You're right. I'm worried over nothing.

Rusherone: I'm always right, haven't you figured that out yet? :P

Kingofdiamonds: Shut up, asshole.

Rusherone: But you say that with love, don't you?

Kingofdiamonds: Always. The truth is I'm going to miss you like crazy.

Rusherone: I know. I'm going to miss you, too.

Kingofdiamonds: Even though we both have what we want?

Rusherone: Yes, because it's our friendship we'll miss most. Well, I'm lying, I'm going to miss the sex, too. Because I haven't stopped thinking about the sound of you coming for two days.

Kingofdiamonds: We need to not talk about this.

Rusherone: I know. It's officially cheating now.

Kingofdiamonds: Yeah. And I won't take any chances with him, I almost lost him once. I won't do it again.

Rusherone: Right. So we should say goodbye.

Kingofdiamonds: Yeah. Thank you for everything you've done for me.

Rusherone: Thank you for the same. See you in our minds at some point?

Kingofdiamonds: Probably. I wish you nothing but the best.

Rusherone: I wish you the same.

Kingofdiamonds: I'm sitting here telling myself I need to log off and delete this app but I don't want to say goodbye.

Rusherone: Just tell me one thing before you go.

Kingofdiamonds: What?

Rusherone: That kiss. Was it everything you wanted it to be?

Kingofdiamonds: With the hot guy?

Rusherone: Yeah.

Kingofdiamonds: It was more. It was all the things I imagined when I thought about what a kiss should be. And then later he kissed me again and it was different but it was still everything a kiss should be.

Rusherone: You'll have that with your boyfriend, once you both are more comfortable with a romantic relationship.

Kingofdiamonds: Oh, I know. I'm not worried about it. Tomorrow night we'll finally have time alone to explore it and I can't fucking wait.

Rusherone: I'm excited for you. And again, really proud.

Kingofdiamonds: Thanks. Guess we should say goodnight?

Rusherone: I think you mean goodbye.

Kingofdiamonds: Yeah. I deleted your number like you asked me to.

Rusherone: Good. It really is for the best.

Kingofdiamonds: I know.

Rusherone: Are you with him right now?

Kingofdiamonds: No. Mom's in town, I'm at her hotel for the night.

Rusherone: Are you at least alone?

Kingofdiamonds: Yeah. Why?

Rusherone: Just for tonight, close your eyes and meet me there. One last time.

Kingofdiamonds: It feels wrong now. Like I'm cheating.

Rusherone: I'm not asking for sex. I just need you to hold me.

Kingofdiamonds: Come on, we both know it'll be less than thirty seconds before we're making out.

Rusherone: You always know how to make me laugh. I'm gonna miss that.

Kingofdiamonds: Same. Close your eyes and feel my arms around you. With our clothes on.

Rusherone: Can't I at least cuddle up to your muscled chest?

Kingofdiamonds: How do you know it's muscled?

Rusherone: Because in my dreams you are. You're tall and strong and fierce like a warrior, but when we cuddle you're gentle and loving and vulnerable.

Kingofdiamonds: Wow. That's how you see me?

Rusherone: That's how I see you.

Kingofdiamonds: I'll take my shirt off. But the pants stay on.

Rusherone: I'll suffer. It's the gentle and loving side of you I need tonight anyway.

Kingofdiamonds: You have it. Goodnight, Rush.

Rusherone: Goodbye, King. Have a great life.

Kingofdiamonds: You, too. I'm holding you close.

Rusherone: I feel you. You're warm. Safe. I'm at peace.

Kingofdiamonds: So am I.

James sent one more thing, saying goodbye with a heart symbol.

Rush answered in kind.