As Syed entered Christian's flat he felted at home, the one place he was truly himself. Nothing had changed, same bed covers, same cushions in the same place. It was like he had only gone out for two minutes not two months. 'Christian, can I use your bathroom? It is just I have been walking all afternoon and...'
'Yeah, course I'm not that evil' Christian looked directly at Masood. And Masood looked directly at his shoes. As Syed headed for the bathroom Christian asked if anyone wanted a drink, both said no. Christian shrugged and headed for the kitchen. When he had finished making a drink and joined Masood he the living room area, and gestured for him to sit down. They spent and couple of minutes in silence. Then Masood broke the silence 'Christian ... I am sorry'
'What for?' replied Christian sarcastically. Either Christian or Masood noticed Syed re entering the room.
'Well for not listening when I found out' Christian scoffed 'and for ... how can I put this ... leaving you to die'
'WHAT!' shouted Syed, both Christian and Masood turned their head in horror.
'It's nothing' Christian tried to explain,
'It is not nothing Christian; he said he left you for dead. Tamwar told me you had nothing to do with Christian getting beaten up'
'He didn't' said Christian
'Shut up!' shouted Syed. Christian stood up and headed towards the door.
Christian spoke calmly 'Get out'
'What!' replied Syed
'If you are going to speak to me like that, than you can go, now!' shouted Christian
'sorry' answered Syed sheepishly,
'That's better' Christian headed back towards the sofa and sat down.
'Syed, when Christian was ... beaten up ... I saw him sprawled across the pavement ... and...'
'And what?'
'I just left him there'
'You did what!' Syed screamed.
'Syed it is alright, I understand why he did it. I know I would have done it if it was... I don't know Steven'
'Steven?'
'The guy that shot my sister, the reason why my sister can't have kids, the reason why I was thrown out of my family'
'Oh'
'Anyway, why did you two come here?' asked Christian
There was silence fanning across the room, either Syed or Masood knew what to say. 'Well, I wanted you and Syed to talk' started Masood.
'About what?'
'Us'
'There is no us, you made sure of that.' Christian glared at Masood.
'I know but I was wrong to do so.' Christian rolled his eyes. 'I will leave you two to talk.' Syed nodded thankfully, as Masood walked to the kitchen.
'Christian, I want to be with you'
'Hmm... What happen to wanting 'cured'?'
'Well, I realised they was nothing too 'cure', and the fact that Allen came on to me.'
'He did what?' asked Christian
'Yeah, earlier in a meeting between me and parents, he kept putting his hand higher on my leg then what I see as acceptable.' Christian's eyes nearly popped out of his head. 'And that's not all; when I pushed his hand away he started to punch my leg'
'Well that is just out of order' stated Christian angrily.
'Christian, that doesn't matter. What matters is us, that's all' Christian was staring into space, and this annoyed Syed a little. Syed grabbed Christian's face and turned him towards himself. 'Christian, I still love you, always have, and always will. Christian that is the truth. I will even go and shout it from the rooftops, if that is what I have to do to prove to you that I love you!' A small smile revealed it self from Christian's lips.
'You don't have you go there far' he grinned, Syed blushed 'Syed Masood.' It was Syed's turn to listen; he stared deep into Christians piercing green eyes. Christian continued 'Syed Masood I love you, I never stopped and never will.' Syed's face shone with happiness, and he pushed his lips onto Christian's. A sharp cough came from the Kitchen, Christian and Syed pulled apart instantly. They had both forgotten that Masood was in the room. 'Well, I am glad we've got that sorted out, now what do we do about Zainab?'
