Matt sat curled up in the corner of the sofa, his skinny frame only taking up a small amount of space as he read his book. 1984, one of his favourites, simply because it involved everything he was interested in. Deeply engrossed in the book, he didn't notice Dom sneak up behind him until he plucked the book from his hands, tossing it into the corner of the 'room'. The tour bus squished several rooms into one, so when Matt cried, "Hey!" Chris stuck his head out of the bathroom door and could see just what they were up to.

"Dom!" Matt whined. "I was enjoying that." Dom laughed, plonking himself down beside Matt.

"Pff," he scoffed. "Lighten up a little. All you've done for the past two days is read. Where's the playful Matt, hmm?"

"Just because you have no appreciation for intelligence doesn't mean that you can discard good literature."

"'No appreciation for intelligence?' I got an A* in Maths! That's more than you can say." He poked Matt playfully in the stomach.

"Nerd," Matt teased, looking at Dom with a glint in his eye.

"I am not a nerd!"

"Why didn't you come to the last party, then?"

"I wasn't feeling well," he muttered, his voice small. Matt chuckled at him.

"Poor wittle Dommie wanted to go home to Mummy?" Dom lunged at Matt and they both laughed as Matt feebly tried to shove the bigger man off of him.

"Skinny little runt."

"Oi! You promised you wouldn't pick on my stature." Matt's face fell in genuine sadness.

"I 'pwomised,' did I?"

"That's not funny, Dom, and you know it."

"You seemed to find it funny a few moments ago."

"That was before you started picking on me, bitch," Matt snarled.

"'Bitch?' I am not a bitch! Bitch is a girl's insult."

"Well, go on then, prove you're manly enough to deserve a proper nickname, otherwise bitch it is. It seems quite fitting, don't you agree?" Dom howled as Matt kicked him where it hurts, falling back off of him and clutching the sofa. "Or maybe not."

"Matt! What was that for, you bastard?" he seethed. "You can't just fight people without a reason." He sat back up and leapt at Matt again, who was in the process of getting up to retrieve his book, knocking them both to the hard floor. Matt's head banged against the surface and he winced, trying to free his arm from underneath Dom. He threw his weight, or lack thereof, at Dom and the pair rolled to the side, Matt scrambling to be on top. Dom scratched at his chest, the smaller man proving to be stronger than he'd expected, but nothing he couldn't overpower.

Matt tried to keep Dom down on the floor, using techniques he'd seen in movies to shove his face against the ground. He didn't want to hurt him, not really, but he was offended by his comments. It wasn't his fault that he was small, or that he couldn't always pronounce his words correctly. However, just when he thought he had Dom pinned, the other man yanked rolled to the side, knocking Matt's arms so that he collapsed on the floor, Dom returning to his superior position.

"Go on and say it," Dom hissed. "I'm not a nerd. Just because I cared about my education doesn't make me a nerd. Just because I didn't party every night or steal a double bass or a car or hang out with the freaks that you hung out with doesn't make me a nerd, okay?" He held Matt's arms down, Matt gaping at him from below. Was that what he thought? Did he think that Matt thought less of him because he wasn't rash and reckless like he himself was?

"Dom, I-I'm sorry. I know you're not a nerd. And I don't think you're wimpy for that. Not at all," he admitted. Dom sighed and squeezed his eyes shut.

"I'm sorry for mocking you. You are really small, though," he added with a smirk, Matt giving him a playful punch to the shoulder.

Chris watched from the bathroom door, toothbrush still sticking out from his mouth. The whole episode hadn't even lasted five minutes. And yet, as he watched, Matt and Dom leaned in towards each other and softly brushed their lips together, Matt's fingers lacing on Dom's ruffled hair. He rolled his eyes, ignoring the soft sighs from the floor and shut the bathroom door, leaving them to themselves.

"Me and Dom have had playfights which have had weird things going on behind them that end up turning into almost real fights. But it usually ends up with him, like, holding my face on the ground or sitting on me, just pinning me down in a position until I calm down." - Matthew Bellamy