Russel eyes snapped open. He saw nothing but darkness at first; but once his eyes adjusted he realized he was still in 2D's room. Weird, he could've sworn he slept in his own bed last night. He took deep breaths as beads of sweat rolled down his face. Lifting his head up he searched around the room for any signs of the singer, nothing. He then gently lifted himself up and popped his back, he was still in the same clothes he wore yesterday, guessed he must've fell asleep on 2D's shag carpet floor last night. Finally coming to his senses, Russel glanced at the alarm clock that flashed 8:30 AM brightly in the room, it was morning. The drummer stretched until he heard some satisfying pops in his bones (sleeping on the floor wasn't exactly the best idea) and decided to head to his own room.

Walking through the carpark and into the lift, Russel couldn't help but think of the bizarre dream he had last night, it was still fresh in his head. He could remember 2D being there, but all he could hear was a familiar voice, a very feminine voice. He could only put together bits of the dream, but he remembered himself sitting in an empty concert theater with just him sitting in the front row and 2D on the stage, singing and dancing for him. The drummer remembered being—slightly aroused by this. 2D gyrated and swung his body harshly with what resembled to be a very pole-like microphone stand, the singer was wearing his usual t-shirt and tight jeans, but he was drenched in sweat and singing on the top of his lungs. His voice was beautiful, but it wasn't 2D's own usual voice that was coming out of his mouth. Instead it was a very high-pitched, soul-filled voice that sounded more liked it belonged to a woman, and it was so familiar. Russel could hear the voice over and over again in his head but he couldn't put his finger on it, where did that voice come from?

Once the big man got to his room, he quickly changed out of his old clothes and slipped on a fresh t-shirt and some baggy jeans. He stumbled out into the corridor and headed straight for the kitchen, as his stomach was demanding some breakfast. Once he reached his destination, he found Murdoc leaning in his chair at the table reading the newspaper while Noodle was making herself some Miso Soup. Russel slightly frowned; he expected to see the blue haired singer, but no sign of him anywhere. Noodle was the first one to notice the drummer had walked in.

"Ohayō Russel! Would you like some?" she piped at the drummer while offering some of her soup. Russel internally gawked at the foreign meal but still gave the girl a thankful smile.

"Nah thanks, baby girl. I'll just settle for some flapjacks, instead." He said as he searched through the cabinet for the pancake mix. "By the way, y'all seen 'D around? He wasn't in his room when I woke up." Noodle frowned and shook her head.

"I'm afraid not, I assumed he was with you." Russel sighed and turned to Murdoc, "What about'chu Muds?"

Murdoc grunted and slapped his paper on the table. "Yeah, as a matter o' fact, I did. I woke up to find the dullard taking the Geep out fo' a spin, don' know where the tosser was headed."

"Oh, a'ight then," Russel murmured. He was a bit hurt that 2D didn't tell him he was going out, not even bothering to wake him up to tell him goodbye. "I guess I'll text him later."

As Russel slowly mixed his pancake batter, Noodle picked up rather quick that her father-figure was upset with his partner. Even though neither Russel nor 2D announced to anyone that they were together, the guitarist understood immediately once she noticed Russel was in a much more high-spirited and happy mood when 2D was around. When he wasn't, Russel would show signs of reverting back to his old disconnected self.

She looked over her shoulder at the giant, seeing his dull eyes were dazed and his face hung as he poured the pancake batter into the frying pan.

"Russel?" she spoke up. The Brooklyn man raised his head and grunted. "Hmmm?"

"I was planning on meeting Danger Mouse today in the afternoon, and I wondered if you'd like to help me discuss the production of the album?" She asked him in a soft voice. Russel, even after all these years, was still amazed at how well Noodle can speak English. He was fond of the days where he would teach the young girl English word by word.

"Yeah sure, I wouldn't mind." He smiled and gave her a small kiss on her head. The 14-year-old chuckled warmly.

"Oi! I see how it is! The tub of fuck over there gets to 'ave a chat with Mr. Mouse, but I'm too much of a botha for 'im!?" Murdoc retorted angrily at the guitarist. Noodle rolled her eyes and ignored him, putting her empty soup bowl in the sink.

"Once you're finished with your breakfast Russel, come meet me down in the café around 12:30, yes?"

Russel nodded as he poured himself some coffee. His mind wandered to the singer again, hoping he'd come home soon.

-At the Park-

2D leaned back on the bench, feeling a slight breeze hit his face. He drew the cigarette from his lips and blew out a spiral of pale grey smoke. He sighed, watching the sun rise and cast a warm glow of orange and pink over the trees, it felt good to have time away from his band mates, and especially Russel, and leave him with his thoughts.

2D remembered waking up much earlier than usual, with feelings of befuddlement. He recalled seeing Russel in a very hazy and freakish dream he had. He couldn't retain every detail, but the first thing he remembered was seeing a lovely view of beautiful women swarming him and screaming his name. He remembered being on a platform with bright neon lights shining on the pretty faces of the girls. It was only him and his microphone stand on stage, singing his heart out. Suddenly the dream smeared into a blurry vision of ludicrousy and arousal. The crowds of colorful women suddenly faded into a grey fog of nothing, leaving 2D all alone in the theater. That is until he managed to spot out the familiar round figure sitting in the front row seat, his glowing white eyes piercing into the singer. The blue-haired man kept on singing, but the urge to dance sensually for the man in front of him grew stronger within. His microphone stand morphed slowly, becoming more and more of a pole for him to gyrate on. He couldn't resist any longer and gave into his urges, letting his body move lustfully and harshly as he sung.

"I love you 'D, sing for me," was all 2D remembered hearing from the figment. 2D's angelic singing suddenly turned what sounded like a howling screech. He tried desperately to sing for his partner but couldn't, he could only scream. Screeching louder and louder, he couldn't manage to sound out any coherent noise until finally he found the strength to shriek out one word.

"RUSSEL…!"

He woke up with a startle, realizing where he really was, and finding Russel still fast asleep on the floor and his alarm clock flashing 6:31 AM. Shit, he'd never gotten up this early on his own before. Since the singer couldn't go back to sleep, he decided to get dressed and go out to go clear his thoughts somewhere, and to subconsciously have time away from his partner especially after his bizarre dream. Now he was here, sitting on a bench in the park at 7 o'clock in the morning, feeling much more peaceful and calm than before.

After two hours had passed, he figured it was time to head back. Pulling out the keys to the Geep, he hummed to himself a happy tune as he hopped into the trademark car. Turning on the ignition, he drove past the park and headed straight for the only hill in Essex, enjoying his alone time while it lasted.

-Back at Kong-

Russel took a sip of his cup of coffee as he listened to Noodle and Mr. Danger Mouse ramble on about plans for the album. Ugh boring, he wanted to see 2D. The drummer had texted him a little bit before the meeting but the singer still has yet to respond.

"—and this track really needs to be scrapped from the album, it's just a mess." The DJ spoke. Noodle gave a small sigh. "I agree, but unfortunately Murdoc made a promise to one of his Mexican greasers that he would feature this track, so I'm afraid it'll have to stay."

Russel immediately understood that they were talking about White Light. He remembered Murdoc bringing in one of his 'buddies' to the studio to let him record a song, god it was terrible. He just sat there and nodded while sipping his coffee every once in a while. When Danger Mouse finally packed up his ideas and left, Russel when straight to his room, not even giving Noodle so much as a thank you when he left.

Once he was in his room he flopped himself onto his bed and ran his hand over his sweaty face. He had no idea where 2D was and he was starting to feel his anxiety creep up on him again. "Oh God Del, I wish you were here…" he muttered as he felt tears form around his eyes. Biting his lip, he reached over to turn on his alarm radio to drown out the sounds of him crying.

-Meanwhile-

2D hopped out of the Geep in the carpark and headed over to his room. He decided to stop at a gas station to get himself some cigarettes along with a tiny little monkey keychain he got for Russel just because he needed something to justify why he left him without a word. Once he reached his room, he put a fag between his lips and sat cross-legged on his bed. Obviously Russel wasn't in his room anymore, what a relief. The singer had some time to meditate before meeting with Murdoc about his false icons campaign. Swiveling the unlit cigarette between his lips, he glanced at his phone to see an unread message from the drummer. Rolling his eyes, he quickly skimmed the text message, "Hey D, sorry to bother u, but where r u at? didn't get a chance to say good mornin to ya." 2D sighed and decided to text back: "just got home from the gas station, I needed more cigs."

After shutting his flip phone, 2D laid back and scrunched his face up, parting his unused cig from his mouth. He knew if he left the drummer hanging every once in awhile the man would turn into a big puddle and wallow in his own self pity.

"Ugh, pathetic." The singer thought out loud. "I guess I have to go see 'im now."

-In Russel's room-

Russel was able to calm himself down and wipe his tear-stained face once he heard a knock at his door, it better damn well be 2D. Once the Brooklyn man got his shit together, he opened his door to find a familiar blue-haired lanky man, instantly the knot in his stomach untied and he immediately felt relief.

"Hey 'D, where've ya been?" Russel beamed, showing a clear sincere smile despite the dark bags under his eyes. 2D however was completely stone-faced.

"I was at the gas station, like I texted you." He stated blandly, welcoming himself into his partners room. Russel sighed and sat himself on his bed, he was exhausted but still managed to give the singer a soft smile. 2D just looked at him slightly peeved and crossed his arms. "Listen mate, I'm sorry I didn't wake you up when I left, I just wanted to make a quick run vat's all." The singer lied, he could still see the heavy man's smile on his face, but it was pretty obvious to 2D that he had been crying. Getting more annoyed with the heavy man's fake grin, he clenched his teeth and harshly exhaled.

"Look, I don't mean to be direct with you mate, but I'm startin' get this feeling that your trying to cling on to me an' it's really irritating. I really need to 'ave some breathing room for myself sometimes, especially from someone as big as you." The pretty boy abruptly stated, his thick black eyebrows scrunching his forehead.

Russel's expression slowly faded into one that matched more what he felt on the inside. He sighed deeply, "Yeah I know, I'm sorry. I guess I'm jus' desperate to feel something other than sadness, ya know? I want to feel like I have someone there for me. Not to mention…I was starting to think-" he paused for a moment to bit his lip, keeping it from quivering, taking a deep breath, he spoke again. "I was starting to think about Del again." the drummer's voice slightly cracked as he spoke, causing a slight ping of guilt to spark in 2D's chest. Biting his tongue, the lanky man silently berated himself for snapping at his partner, what an arsehole. He hesitated at first, but decided to sit down next to his friend and wrap his lanky arms around him, this time he was actually sincere about it.

"Russel, Darlin'….I'm so sorry." He spoke softly as he leaned his head against the Brooklyn man's shoulder, his heart thumping loudly. "I really do love you Russ, I don't want you to sit 'ere an' be miserable." He sniffled, choking down the urge to shed any tears. "I'm sure Del's in a bet'er place righ' now, an' he wouldn' wan' you to cry anymo' eith'r." He mewled comfortingly, his voice also cracking a bit. Russel exhaled deeply and gave his partner a small kiss on the forehead and hugged him in return, hoping that would be enough of an answer. 2D opened his mouth to say something but then decided to just let the heavy man hold onto him for comfort. Russel sighed as small teardrops rolled down his face, he and the singer truly felt intimate for that brief moment.

After the two men recollected their senses and made up, 2D suddenly spoke up. "Oh Russ! I almost forgot I have somefing for ya!" the singer chirped as he reached into his back pocket. The drummer sat up and stretched his back and neck before having a thin hand shoved in his face. "Here!" 2D held out the little keychain monkey to his partner. Russel gave a slight chuckle at the dorky little toy.

"Thank you babe, I love it." He spoke softly as he put the keyring onto his belt keychain. 2D gave his boyfriend a hug before grabbing his hand and leading him out into the corridor.

"y'know I've got some free time, why don' we go down to the record shack fo' a bit? Have some fun!" the blue-haired man beamed. Russel smiled and put his arm around his partner's shoulder.

"I'd love that, but didn't Muds say somethin' about wanting to talk to you about tha campaign?" the drummer said teasingly while giving the singer a noogie. 2D snickered and ruffled his messy hair.

"Aw ta hell wif tha' bastard, let's go 'ave some fun!" he laughed as they both went down to the lobby with their hands tightly held together.