It had been a few days since I left Juice's and haven't spoken to or seen too much of him. We're all in the clubhouse having a drink and Juice is sitting on the couch in the corner by himself with a half empty bottle of whiskey looking a little lost. Pretty sure the kid had been there since I confronted him in the bathroom, telling him to basically get over it; shit happens.

After a few drinks the boys started heading home; by eleven Tig, Juice and I were the only ones left; given Tig was on his way to a room with a Crow Eater. I took a shot of whiskey and went over to sit with Juice to let him know that I'm there for him. We just sat in the clubhouse for a few hours drinking without a word, being comforted by each other's company.

"I was wrong," Juice had blurted out into the silence, his words slurring.

"Wrong abou' wha'?" I asked him.

"I can't deal with this on my own," he admitted in a whisper, lowering his head in what looked like shame.

"Why don't we ge' yeh home Juicey?" I suggested, getting a nod in reply. "And why don't I drive us home in the van?" Getting yet another quiet nod. We reached the van and just I was about to get into the drivers side, Juice had grabbed my arm and spun me around. He pulled me into a tight hug, knocking the wind out of me, I hugged him back. "Thanks Brother," he whispered in my ear and pulled away. He then grabbed the sides of my face and kissed me on the lips, it was quick and hard, I didn't really question it, I just assumed that because he was drunk and he didn't mean anything by it.

I got Juice to his house and inside to the bathroom just in time as he threw up in the sink, not quite making it to the toilet. I got him undressed and into the shower, leaving him, I went into the lounge room and turned on the TV and put on a movie I wasn't paying attention to. Juice returned a while later, seeming a little less drunk and looking exhausted. He sat on the lounge with me and within minutes he was passed out, dropping his head on my shoulders and his feet up on the coffee table. I started drifting in and out of consciousness, when I heard the credits of the movie begin I turned the TV down. Somewhat later I woke up to Juice moving silently into the kitchen. The tap starting running and I heard water splashing, and then I heard him talking. "You're an idiot, you got brothers that love you, would die for you and you fucked it all up," then I heard shuffling of feet. I got up then and walked to the kitchen and stopped at the door. Juice was on the floor, leaning against the bench, his arms around his legs and his face on his knees, his body shaking.

I moved towards him, making my presence known and grabbed his arms and pulled him into a hug. His arms were undermine and I could smell whiskey, weed and his lavender soap. I could feel his fingers digging into my back as if he was holding onto dear life, and his ragged breath on my neck and he was warm, almost too warm.

As I pulled away I saw something written on his face, it was only for a second and it was dark, but I'm sure I saw the look despair. "There's something you're not telling me isn't there? The reason you canno' deal with this yehself? Yeh know, other than what I already know?" I asked him, my hands squeezing the back of his neck.

He quickly glanced up at me and then his eyes went back to the floor, for about a minute he kept opening and closing his mouth, thinking about what to say. "I'm not askin' yeh to make yeh tell me what it is boy, just do me the curtesy of acknowledging it." I said to him, and in reply he looked up at me with teary eyes and nodded his head once, firmly. "At least tell me you're alright? I mean if yeh in any danger yeh would tell meh, wouldn't you?"

"I'm fine Chibs. Really," he said, returning his eyes back to the floor.

"okay, well why don't you ge' to bed, we're both exhausted and we need the sleep." I suggested, not knowing what else to do for him at the moment.

Juice and I had the day of so we decided to go out for breakfast and head back to TM to get our bikes. Juice didn't seem like he wanted to spend the day with the guys and so we went for ride and stopped after a few hours in a town where no one knew us and where there was a beach. We didn't wear out kutts and Juice looked happy to be free from the club and the responsibilities. We had lunch before sussing out the town, Juice found a video game shop and he spent a good hour in there and came out with good find. We roamed the main street just looking through the shops before heading down to the beach. We went in the water for an hour before deciding it was time to head back home.

After heading to TM to check on things Juice and I went to pick up food for dinner and then went back to my house, considering I hadn't actually been home for a few days, as I was staying at the club and Juices'.

We heated up our dinner and ate while playing poker, teaching Juice some tricks. We played for a few hours, enjoying the rest of our day off.

"You seemed happy today Juice, happier than I've seen you in a long time." I noted to him. I didn't get a response from him, which is what I expected. We decided to call it a night at 11:30 and went to bed, sharing mine as my couch was much too small for either of us.

Okay so I've no idea where I was going with the story. So for now I think I'll stop it at this and if any of my readers (if there are any) have any ideas for how to go from here please let me now, because I love and adore these two character and cannot get enough of them