The sun shone down onto the frozen land. It gave no comfort and it didn't warm Tavros form as he walked to the park. He was happy he had Rosa's jacket but it was still freezing. He wished it was raining or cloudy, then it'd be warmer. Not only had the cold frozen Tavros though. The thought of talking to Gamzee after so long chilled him to the bone. He was terrified. He didn't know what to say. He walked through the park. It was a Saturday, but because of the cold, hardly anyone was in the park.

As Tavros neared the bridge his heart beat faster and faster as he walked. He carefully pressed his hand to his chest and shuddered, terrified. He kept walking though. He slid down the hill and onto the bank of the stream. He turned his mohawked head to look at Gamzee.

There Gamzee stood a small blue flower in one hand. He smiled a little at Tavros, who smiled a little back. The two just stood there, staring at each other, unsure of what to do, unsure of what to say.

Tavros spoke first," thanks for the fish…I named him Rufio." He said smiling a little as he finally walked up to Gamzee.

Gamzee smiled," I knew he'd be safe and happy with you bro." The skinny teen held out the flower to him," um…for you…I…stole it from a florist on the way over…." He said looking down.

Tavros smiled a little and chuckled," um…you shouldn't do that…but thanks…" He said as he took the flower from Gamzee. Tavros smelled it lightly and smiled up at him.

Gamzee nodded and looked down. He slowly walked forward and lowered his head down so his forehead was pressed to Tavros' shoulder," m sorry bro…"

"Its…ok…" Tavros said pressing his hand to Gamzee's arm, rubbing it lightly," I read your note. I understand. I need to tell Rosa that you did what you did for a reason, so she doesn't call the police on you…heh…" Tavros said softly, letting his hand run up Gamzee's arm then to his neck, to lightly tangle with his filthy blond curls.

Gamzee nodded and wrapped his arms loosely around Tavros' midsection, not really hugging him. He was actually holding himself up, so he wouldn't fall. His head was light again and he felt sick. How could Tavros forgive him so easily? What did he do to deserve someone that was as nice as him? He nodded again though and straightened up, his cheeks flushed from the cold and the fever he didn't know he had," I don't deserve your forgiveness man. When a brother wrongs a brother…it's like…it's…" Gamzee wobbled a little and Tavros quickly tucked the flower behind his ear so he could use both hands to hold the gangster up.

"You ok? You don't look too good. How about you come back to my apartment…and…and you don't run away from me this time…and you shower…wear my baggy pajamas and I make you a bowl of chicken soup….ok?" Tavros said, his blue eyes full of worry as they looked over Gamzee's painted face, it was smeared. The flush was obvious under the white though.

Gamzee nodded and looked at the jacket," sorry bro….I got some white on your jacket…it…comes off with some motherfuckin water though…" Gamzee said, his words slurring a little as he wobbled again.

Tavros quickly wrapped an arm around Gamzee's skinny midsection, and pulled Gamzee's long arm over his shoulder, supporting his weight," ok, that's fine, cmon, let's get you somewhere warm…ok?"

Gamzee grinned at him and nodded," ok motherfucker."

Tavros practically dragged Gamzee to his apartment, he was very happy that he was as deceivingly strong as he was. Finally he hauled Gamzee's ass up the stairs and to his apartment. He fumbled with his keys for a moment, but finally managed to open the door and drag Gamzee inside.

The mohawked boy kicked the door shut behind him and took Gamzee to the bathroom," um…can you….uh…get undressed? How bout…I just start the shower for you…" Tavros offered.

Gamzee nodded and started to tug off his purple jacket and black shirt. In a foggy manner, he watched Tavros start the shower and get the water hot; he then turned and hurried out, telling him to call him if he needed anything. Gamzee barely remembers nodding and stripping down. Once he was in the shower though, his eyes shut and he was asleep.

After 30 minutes Tavros started to worry. He knocked on the bathroom door," hey Gamzee? You ok?" He waited for a response, but got none. Slowly he opened the door and looked down at Gamzee, who was sound asleep with his face pressed to the shower wall. Tavros smiled softly and knelt down beside him, he tapped the glass a little," Gamzee. Hey. Wake up; you need to clean yourself up ok? Cuz I want to make the soup."

Gamzee blinked his eyes open a little and looked at Tavros, he grinned a little," hey motherfucker."

Tavros smiled," do you need help? Or can you do this yourself?" He asked putting his hand on the shower door.

Blue eyes looked at Tavros' hand," its cool bro. Guess I just needed a nap." He said as he dragged himself up so that he was standing in the spray.

Tavros' eyes widened and he was out of the bathroom in a second, shutting the door quickly behind him, his actions were responded with Gamzee laughing loudly and calling out to him," chill bro! We have the same bits."

The jittery teen knew this, but…he couldn't remember the last time he had actually looked at himself. He never looked down when he used the bathroom. He never had…touched himself…he was nervous to. He didn't even look at himself when he showered! It was too embarrassing! He didn't care if they had the same body parts. He was still terrified of them for some reason. Tavros shook his head and hurried to the kitchen, pulling out to cans of chicken noodle soup. He quickly made them both in the microwave then took them to the coffee table. He set them down and looked at Rufio the fish. The punk smiled softly and gave him a couple flakes of fish food.

Finally Gamzee emerged from the shower. He grabbed the pajamas he had worn last time and threw them on, happy to be clean and warm. He wandered over to the couch and plopped down," mmm soup. Can't remember the last time I had chicken soup." Gamzee stated as he grabbed the spoon next to his bowl, starting to spoon some broth into his mouth.

"Doesn't your mama make you soup?" Tavros asked, glancing at him as he too sipped at the broth.

Gamzee stopped sipping the broth," don't have one." He mumbled as he spooned some noodles instead.

"Me either." Tavros said in a comforting tone," um...can…can I ask why?" He asked timidly as he picked his bowl up to sip more.

"I ran away, when I was 8." Gamzee said as he chewed some noodles, not looking at Tavros. He did not want to talk about this at all.

"Why?" But he had to ask. He wanted to know why Gamzee was the way he was.

"Don't wanna talk about it." Gamzee mumbled as he finished his soup.

Tavros finished his soup as well," I'll…I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours." Tavros offered looking at Gamzee with a small smile.

Gamzee didn't look at him though. His lightly wet curls hung around his face, hiding all emotion, but Tavros could tell he was at war with himself. Slowly Gamzee raised his head and looked at Tavros," fine. You tell me yours first."

Tavros smiled and nodded," ok. I will. Well….."