AN: It seems some people thought that was the last chapter? I assure you it was not :P and the romance is coming XD x

Martin and Douglas returned a few hours later. Martin wore an expression of humiliation, and the red of his cheeks contrasted worryingly with the paleness of the rest of his face, which was almost as pale as the bandage now strapped across his nose. Martin was about to disappear up to the hotel room, but Douglas grabbed his arm. Martin turned to look at him questioningly.

"You haven't eaten all day, Martin." Douglas said sternly. Martin opened his mouth to protest, but when he realised it was true, he closed it again. "Don't act like a fish, Martin…" Douglas chided. Martin looked down. "Come on, let's get you some food." And Martin swallowed his protests again as he was dragged towards the small restaurant that the hotel housed.

As Douglas forced him into a seat, Martin finally voiced his main concern: "Douglas, I don't have any money!"

"That's why I'm paying." Douglas drawled, as if it were obvious. Martin flailed.

"B-but-!"

"Shut up. Have whatever you want." Douglas said, attempting a sincere smile. Despite it turning out as more of a sarcastic grimace, Martin could see he was being serious. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, his protests silencing themselves before they could reach his lips. It seemed his grumbling stomach was soutwitting his slowed brain. Douglas handed him a menu silently, and perused one himself. When Martin tried to order the lowest priced meal, Douglas cut in, asking the waitress for a few more minutes.

"Martin." He said. Martin looked at him. "I said what you want."

"I-I know…" Martin muttered sheepishly.

"You asked for a baked potato with butter…"

"I-I like them!" Martin tried.

"I'm not stupid, Martin." Douglas muttered dangerously. Martin looked away.

"I don't want you spending too much money on me!" he cried weakly.

"Martin. You need to eat properly." Douglas said, annoyed. Martin looked away again. "Please?" he tried, and he watched as Martin's head snapped up, his eyes wide as they met Douglas' attempt at a pleading gaze. Martin seemed to become a fish again for a moment, his mouth opening and closing periodically, before he looked down at the menu. But the words wouldn't come into focus through the tears welling in his eyes. He felt the water run down his cheeks, and praying it would extinguish the fire scorching them… Douglas must have noticed, but if he did, he didn't say anything about it. Instead, he simply pushed the menu forward an inch and gently said: "Order, Martin. Whatever. You. Want."

Eventually, Douglas managed to convince Martin that he really could have anything, and he managed to get Martin to eat lasagne, with garlic bread for started and a large slice of chocolate cake for dessert. It was a relatively normal looking meal from Douglas' perspective, but to Martin it was the height of fine cuisine; everything he never had, because he couldn't afford it.

"Enjoy that?" Douglas asked. Martin nodded quietly, and Douglas smiled, satisfied. It was about seven o'clock now, and Martin yawned. "Tired?" Douglas asked. Martin looked down, sheepishly, before he nodded a little. Douglas couldn't help but smile. Martin couldn't wipe the contented smile from his face, and yet his eyes were drooping in the sort of tired way that always gave you a warm feeling if you were experiencing it. "Come on." Douglas said, leading the half-asleep young Captain to the counter with him. He paid the bill, pretending the receptionist hadn't given him a 'knowing'look, as he led Martin out and back up, via the lift, to their shared room. He swiped his key-card and pushed the door open, pulling Martin gently by the arm. The Captain was practically sleep-walking, the 'excitement' of the day and the large meal depleting whatever energy he'd had.

As Douglas pulled back the sheets of Martin's bed, he noticed a light snoring coming from the limp body he'd been supporting.. He sighed lightly, picking up Martin in his arm. He was far too light… His diet was really testing the limits of the human body.

He set Martin down carefully on the mattress, in a sitting position, before pulling his t-shirt off. He'd just have to sleep in his jeans; it would be a little creepy to do that for him, and the poor Captain would probably die of embarrassment. He struggled with the t-shirt though, considering the Captain's arms had rather become dead weights... Douglas couldn't help contemplating how Martin would react if he woke up without arms. He stifled a chuckle at the girly scream he imagined.

When he'd finally peeled the t-shirt away, and lifted it carefully over Martin's bandaged nose, he simply dropped the top on the floor beside the bed.

He stopped for a moment, staring. Despite his weight, Martin did seem to be relatively muscly… Obviously his man-with-a-van job kept him fit… but this was shocking. Douglas had to blink a few times, before he manged to clode his mouth, and push Martin back onto the pillow. He pulled the covers up, and tried to shove his disappointment to a dark corner of his mind, as the sheets covered Martin's bare chest. He turned and left the room, heading down to the bar. Maybe he'd have better luck this time.

AN - Hm... Suspicious behaviour Douglas :P