A few years back, a few years younger, not that he felt old now or any nonsense like that.
No longer in bed but in the living space they'd shared not long after their first meet.
Plod home from work, tiring, never ending day, looking rough and feeling worse.
'Don't you look great.' Drew up after a decent snooze, he worked at night with his silly ghost tours and ufo hunts, way to provide a paycheck indeed.
'Stop talking. Pour me a drink before I collapse.'
Lips smooched down into his out of place curls, gone wild and mussed from the damp in them.
'Bath too?'
'I'll shower AFTER I sleep, I'm about to fall over.'
'You should quit.'
'I never quit. I battle through and tough it out.'
'You HATE sitting indoors, in an office, answering phones all day.'
'I do studies also! Take samples, check things under the microscope...'
'You went from being a scientist-'
'Biologist.'
'Same difference. To being the secretary. And it's terribly insulting.'
'Don't suggest to me any asinine ways to earn money.'
'Let's leave.'
'Asinine!'
'No, hear me out, we can sell this place-'
'We don't own it.'
'We'll get our money back and go to the US.'
'I refuse to lower my standards enough to live amongst idiot Americans.'
'Maybe they aren't all stupid.'
'If they're States born and raised, they're fools.'
'You're mean, Stuart.'
'You're perfectly gorgeous, Andrew.'
'So I've heard.'
'Second to me and my astounding jawdropping beauty.'
'There's my man's ego returning.'
'It never left.'
'Would you consider? At least think it over?'
Drew's hands in his, squeezing and a huge smile along with big blue eyes that did him in everytime he gazed into them.
'I'll think about it, but nothing promised.'
Later he broke that promise, broke even more bones, not always his, in the United States, stole some hearts also, stayed beside Drew, a great team, fighters all the way.
He rolled on his side in his dreamy half doze, caught a glimpse of good sized pointed male breasts jutting out, and grinned.
Not the reason he'd moved away from home but one fun reason he'd stayed.
Snuggled close and sucked on them before dozing off again.
Line of graves.
Unbearable hurt.
He frowned harder at each name, passed by Justin's, Regal's and Mason's with his head bowed, felt more cold tears forming at Sheamus' stone, didn't dare linger at Drew's, his heart about to explode.
One left, the one he wished to run from, fast and far.
He was on his knees, not merely crying but wailing, shrieking, until his throat burned.
'It's you and me now.'
That made him sob louder. He was the only left, himself and Derrick, who caused this agony, who'd slaughtered them all.
Heavy thump of his heart.
Back in bed.
Leaned over to touch...
Empty side of the bed, cooling.
His feet hit the carpet, duo thumps.
Went hunting.
Zombie Killer Moron first.
Shorter haired psychopath in love with him, next.
