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2D awoke to soft knocking. He looked around, dazed, and realized he was still sitting in the shower cubicle, curled up in the corner. Someone was knocking on the door of the bathroom. Still half asleep, he stumbled over to the door, almost slipping on the wet floor.

Dizzily he unlocked the bathroom door and it was pushed open.

He stared blinking at Murdoc's face. The latter stepped inside and shut the door before 2D could leave.

"Leave me alone," 2D said quietly, backing away.

"2D, please," Murdoc said with a frown, edging toward 2D.

2D shook his head. "Murdoc, please let me out," he whispered, trying to move toward the door.

Murdoc blocked his way. "Come here," he said, getting hold of 2D's chin gently.

He turned the singer's head sideways, examining his nose. 2D pulled away, shaking his hair in front of his eyes.

"Does it still hurt?" Murdoc asked quietly.

2D shook his head, avoiding the bassist's eyes.

"2D, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking stupid," Murdoc said softly. "Please forgive me."

2D stared at the ground, not saying anything for a while.

"It didn't hurt that much," he mumbled then.

He looked up briefly with a small smile and let Murdoc pull him into a hug. The bassist wrapped his arms around 2D's neck and leaned his forehead against his. He gave a small groan.

"Ugh, I'm so sorry. I'm an idiot," he muttered.

2D didn't reply, he just closed his eyes and sighed. Murdoc pulled back.

"You're soaking wet! Have you been showering with your pajamas on or something?" Murdoc exclaimed.

2D shrugged.

"Come, let's get you changed before you get sick," Murdoc said with a shake of his head, and lead 2D out of the bathroom into the singer's own room.

"Where are Noodle and Russel?" 2D asked quietly as Murdoc pulled his wet shirt off of him.

"Asleep. It's only seven o'clock," Murdoc muttered, and 2D noticed the dark rings under his eyes.

"Let's go back to bed," he suggested, and Murdoc nodded in agreement.

2D pulled the wet, clingy fabric from his legs, tossing the pajama bottoms in the corner. He quickly pulled on some dry underwear, and crawled into bed. Murdoc looked at him, hesitant, until 2D pulled the blankets away, inviting him in.

Murdoc slowly climbed into bed next to him, and 2D curled up into his chest, warming up his chilled body. Murdoc gave a shiver at the coldness, and pulled the blankets tighter around both of them. Murdoc was just thinking about how bad it actually was that 2D was so forgiving, and that he didn't deserve him at all, when 2D suddenly asked a question.

"What were you dreaming last night?"

Murdoc stiffened, not replying.

2D looked up. "Murdoc?"

The bassist swallowed hard.

"Nothing. I don't know what you're talking about," he said quietly.

2D pulled away from him. "Stop lying to me! Why can't you just tell me the truth for once?" he said angrily.

Murdoc groaned. "2D, why can't you just let anything go?" he said, frustrated.

2D made an indignant sound, and sat up. "What are you talking about? I let just about everything go! I just let go that you punched me in the face, didn't I?" he snapped.

Murdoc paused. "Yeah, you did," he then said quietly.

2D sighed. "Muds, I just want you to trust me," he then whispered.

"I do," Murdoc said lamely.

"Then why are you so afraid of letting people see us together?"

Murdoc looked away, still not saying anything. He wanted to, he really did, but the words seemed to dry up in his throat as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Murdoc..." 2D said desperately. "Tell me. Please."

The bassist shook his head. "I can't," he said quietly, staring at his hands.

2D made a frustrated sound and threw the blankets off of him. "Fine, be that way! If you can't even trust me, how is this relationship ever going to work?"

With those words he stood up and got out of bed, shaking from the cold. He quickly grabbed a shirt and trousers, and grabbed a blanket to wrap around him.

"2D, why can't you just understand that sometimes people don't want to talk?" Murdoc snapped.

"This is different! You're making it look like I mean nothing to you. Like our relationship isn't serious enough to make public," 2D ended quietly.

Murdoc slumped down. "Stuart, that's not how it is at all-"

"As long as you don't tell me what it really is, I'll keep on believing that anyway, so don't try to convince me. Maybe it's just better if we forget all this," 2D whispered, turning away.

Murdoc stared at 2D's back. "W-what? Forget all what?" he asked, confused.

"Everything. Us."

Murdoc stared at 2D for a while.

"2D, stop it! You always do this, you have to learn to deal with things without just forgetting about them and shutting everything out completely!" he then snapped.

2D turned around sharply as they both realized this was exactly what Murdoc was doing himself.

"That's awful rich, coming from you," he said quietly, hugging his sides.

Murdoc didn't reply, he just stared at 2D.

"Come and talk to me when you're ready to be honest," the singer then said, and left the room.

Murdoc snarled and threw a pillow at the door. Then he slumped down and hid his face in the mattress, exhausted.

Fine, if 2D wanted to be that way, let him. If he couldn't accept that Murdoc just didn't want to talk about some things right now, it was his own problem. His own problem if he wanted to forget about everything. Again.

Except it wasn't just 2D's problem. It was his problem, too. He wasn't sure how he'd take it if 2D really went through with this attitude of pretending nothing ever happened. Because he wouldn't be able to, not at all. And he was sure 2D wouldn't, either. If worst came to worst they both wouldn't be able to handle it anymore and one of them would leave. Maybe even both of them.

The bassist shook his head. That couldn't happen. Not now that they were all just back together again. It would be unfair to Noodle and Russel, too.

He decided to give both of them some time to cool down and get some rest before he'd attempt to go and talk to him again. He felt troubled sleep drag him down, and it only seemed like a minute later when Noodle threw the door open.

"Get up, we've got a concert in a few days, remember? We need to practice.." she trailed off. "Where's 2D?"

Murdoc moaned and rubbed his eyes. "Fuck, I forgot.. I don't know. I'll go look for him," he muttered, swaying as he got out of bed.

Noodle glared at him. "You two better stop this rubbish, before one of you really gets hurt. Now, if you'd just tell us what's going on we could-"

"Nope. We'll be down soon," Murdoc said, ruffling her hair as he passed her.

She gave a frustrated growl and stomped down the stairs. Murdoc went to the first place he could think of. And sure enough, 2D was sitting on the ground on the balcony, wrapped in the blanket and smoking. He hardly glanced up when Murdoc opened the door.

"It's bleeding cold out here, come inside," Murdoc exclaimed, shivering as the cold air hit him.

2D didn't reply, and Murdoc sighed, leaning against the wall opposite 2D.

He looked at 2D, ready to tell him exactly what was bothering him, why he was so afraid of becoming public, what he had dreamed exactly, how much he cared for him – but as soon as he opened his mouth, his throat went dry and the words wouldn't come out.

He stared at the singer for a few seconds with his mouth open, trying so hard to find his voice. It took so long that 2D glanced up at him.

"Trying to catch flies, Murdoc?" he said bitterly, taking another drag from his cigarette.

Murdoc sighed, bowing his head.

"Noodle says we have to hurry up and get ready, we're going to practice soon for the concert," he then said defeatedly.

"Fine," 2D said coldly, and pushed past Murdoc, locking himself in his room before Murdoc could come after him.

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