Five hours later, Kyle rose from a light sleep, feeling fully rejuvenated. He shuffled slowly out of his room, wearing the gray housecoat and matching slippers his mom had given him as a moving away present. Kenny was curled in a tight ball on the couch; the blanket lay in a pile on the ground. The red haired Jew shuffled over to the blonde and covered him back up then made his way to his bathroom. He ran the shower until it was hot enough to cause his skin to tingle then hopped in. As he washed, his thoughts filled with what Kenny had told him about the military and why they had taken him. "How did they know that Kenny couldn't stay dead?" he thought as he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. "Come to think of it, that sounds like total bullshit so why would they believe it? Why would they even trust a kid with important documentation? They must be really desperate for information." He sighed, working the conditioner into his red locks. He began to sing softly to himself, something he did often while showering. The heavy fall of the water coming from the shower head and the echo of his soft singing filled his ears, allowing him to block out the world for the next ten minutes. He got out of the shower and donned his housecoat then froze.

'Nice singing Ky.' was traced into the steam on the mirror.

"Kenny!" Kyle raised his voice as he exited the bathroom. The blonde man was still curled up on the couch where he'd left him. Kenny's body began to shake as he broke into laughter, feeling Kyle's eyes boring into his back. "What the hell dude?!" Kyle stomped over to the blonde who had rolled off the couch in laughter.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." Kenny said, sitting up with a guilty grin. Kyle kicked him gently with a slipper clad foot.

"You're a jerk." Kyle said, turning to walk away. Kenny grabbed hold of the loose gray fabric, causing Kyle to abruptly stop in his tracks. He glared down at the blonde. "Ken, let go, I need to get dressed." Kenny smirked and shook his head. "Kenny, let go." Kyle said more sternly. Kenny shook his head once again, still smirking. He tightened his grasp on the loose fabric and yanked it towards himself, causing the red head to fall clumsily into his lap. Kyle's cheeks grew red as he locked eyes with Kenny.

"I could be your jerk." Kenny's smirk grew into an affectionate grin. Kyle's blush intensified and his mouth became dry, making him unable to speak. "The other night you said you needed to tell me the truth, what truth?" Kenny tilted his head, still smiling at the man in his lap.

"I dont remember." Kyle lied, pulling his gaze away from Kenny and looking down. Kenny tilted Kyle's head back up, locking their eyes once more.

"It's okay Kyle, I think I already know." He leaned closer to the red head and pressed his lips gently on Kyle's. Kyle's eyes fell shut as Kenny continued to passionately kiss him. Kenny pulled back, grinning at the beautiful red haired Jew.

"Ken, I-I had a small crush on you before you left." Kyle's voice was an octave above a whisper.

"I know." Kenny cupped Kyle's face and pulled him into another passionate kiss. Kyle reluctantly pushed himself away, a confused look on his face.

"Wait, how did you know I wanted to tell you the truth?"

"It's another long story dude." Kenny smirked. Kyle rolled his eyes and pulled himself off of the blonde. As he headed to his room, a faint smile laced his lips.

Kyle exited his room a few moments later, dressed for what remained of the day. The smell of coffee brewing filled his nose and he followed it to the kitchen. Kenny was seated at the small table, reading the paper nonchalantly, a sandwich placed on a plate at the seat across from him.

"What took so long dude? The bread on your sandwich is gonna be crusty." Kenny laughed.

"You didn't need to make me a sandwich; I'm capable of feeding myself." Kyle attempted to sound as though he didn't appreciate gesture but in the end, failed.

"Think of it as an apology for not contacting you." Kenny smirked from behind the news paper.

"Right, because a sandwich will make everything better." Kyle shook his head and sat across from Kenny.

"It might, maybe I'm an expert sandwich maker." Kenny stated, folding the newspaper.

"Yeah, right dude." Kyle said before he took a bite out of the sandwich. "It's not bad." He smiled, biting into it again.

"Alright then how about I take you out for supper cooked by real experts?" Kenny tilted his head a bit. Kyle coughed as a piece of bread caught in his throat.

"Kenny, you don't have to do that." He said, standing to get himself a cup of coffee.

"Come on man, it's not a date or anything." Kenny smirked as Kyle turned around, blushing once more.

"F-fine, if you really insist." Kyle said, reclaiming his seat and finishing his sandwich.

"Great! I'll pick you up at six." Kenny stood quickly, placed a peck on Kyle's cheek then headed to the door. "See you later Ky." He waved then vanished over the threshold.

"Yeah, later." Kyle mumbled, sipping his coffee, his mind numb from the quick turn the events of his life had suddenly taken.