Their friendship began a spring night in April, the biggest night on the Wrestling calendar, but it was summer that brought the romance. Hot nights, drinking in bars, Hunter pepsi, Shawn adding a dash of Jack Daniels to his own, growing closer, growing comfortable.

Shawn didn't have many friends, his attitude saw to that.

But Hunter gave as good as he got, and didn't seem to let it bother him. He saw through Shawn as if he was a pane of glass. He knew what he needed.

What he longed for.

Acceptance. Reassurance.

To be liked.