Thomas had been lying awake for an hour now. He didn't sleep too badly but the cold was preventing him from enjoying his time. He was bored and decided to waste his time by counting in Spanish to the highest number he knew. He reached 214 when he heard guy man rustling. Thomas lightly chuckled when he heard guy man swear as he usually did waking up. Though Thomas was trying to fall back asleep, or at least fake it, he couldn't control his shaking. He felt cold air rush above him and he shuttered harshly. Warmth soon attached itself to him in the form of Guy Man. He could feel his body temperature to a regular degree and he also felt guy man's arm drape over him. Guy man's hand landed in his own and Thomas couldn't help but to hold it.

Guy man then shoved his face in Thomas's back which made Thomas's face feel hot. Thomas was in bliss but wanted nothing more than to share warmth with guy man. Inside. Under more blankets. Mot like a bed but it Were to be a bed then that would be fine.

Throughout the rest of the night Thomas and Guy Man would pretend to be sleeping, messily moving around each other. It was amusing to Thomas that guy man continued to deny his basic needs.

Of course Thomas had always loved his best friend, everyone loves their friends, but he never knew how much he really did until their senior year of high school. It was nothing really sexual, at first.

Once Guy Man fell down a staircase at high school. He was sobbing and not many people were around. Thomas had been behind him when he fell and immediately ran down almost tripping himself. Guy man had broken his arm and Thomas had called for someone to phone his mom. He had lunged into guy man and hadn't let go until his mom picked them up. Thomas insisted he stay in the back with guy man who was still sobbing. Thomas held his hand tightly, letting guy man squeeze it for relief. He pressed guy mans hand to his lips and delicately kissed it.

His injuries weren't as bad as they felt, one broken arm and a cracked toe.

A few weeks later:

After the shock of broken bones and avoiding staircases had gone down, Thomas had been approached by guy man and asked if he could meet him out behind the dead lavender fields behind his behind guy man's house. Thomas complied and after class and homework he rushed to his best friend's house and Paul, guy man's brother, pointed to the back. There was guy man, sitting in the grass, pushing a rock into the ground with a cigarette in his mouth. Thomas quietly walked over and sat down next to him.

'Hello, Guy Man.' Thomas cheerfully said.

'Bonjour, Thomas.' Guy Man lifted his legs to his chest. 'So you came, thanks."

'It wasn't an issue." Thomas almost questioned. Guy man, though not always the happiest looking was always pleasant to him. "but there seems to be one, what's wrong?"

'Fuck Thomas." Guy Man exhaled a deep smoky breath before taking another bit of toxin. Thomas wasn't the one of their duo to be so blunt. 'I – I don't know. I'm sorry that I've been so harsh to you lately."

'Well, you broke your bones, and had to skip some days. You deserve some angry moments.' he placed his arm on guy man's back. "how is your arm?" Thomas took a marker from his pocket and picked his friend's cast up. He found a spot where he hadn't drawn on yet. "Look, I made you a drummer, just like you've always wanted.'

"About that, w-why did you in your mom's car?" Guy Man took a second to smile at his new portrait. "Why did you kiss my hand?"

"Oh, oh because you were in pain and crying and that's what mon mere does when I always hurt myself. I wanted to remind you that I was there."

'Thank you, Thomas, but you were also petting my head and we were in your mom's car. I knew you were there." Guy Man smiled at him.

'Oh, well that's what people do for other for whom they care about."

They sat silent for a few minutes before Guy Man had ran out of cigarette and stood up to throw it out. He turned back to Thomas. 'Thank you again, for taking care of me. I don't really care about you kissing my hand. I just wanted to know."

Thomas chuckled softly. 'it was that or I kiss your forehead. I didn't think you'd like that.'

'I wouldn't have cared honestly, I would have just had the same question.'

'Oh?' Thomas looked up to Guy Man and stood up after hearing Guy Man's mom calling to them.

'Under certain conditions of course, like if I'm very sad or hurt.'

Thomas opened the door for them. 'So, how was your day?' Thomas bit his lip, selfishly hoping for 'oh not too great.'

'It was fine, I left history class because that man can not teach a damn thing.'

The young men continued to discuss class during dinner and well into the night.

In mathematics class the next day, Guy Man was in a much better mood. He was having normal conversations with Thomas again and Thomas was so happy to see his friend smile.

"So are you prepared for the test tomorrow? Guy man asked his friends, kicking a leaf out of the way. They had just gotten out of class for their lunch and had decided to go to the closest convenience store to buy a box of cigarettes and candies.

"Oui!' Thomas proudly stood taller. 'how about you?"

'I'm not going. I might skip all classes tomorrow.' guy man opened the door and let Thomas enter first.

'why not, buy man?'

'It's not fun like it used to be. Back when we we didn't worry about futures and adult things.'

'you'll be fine, I know you too well. You'll be perfectly fine.' Thomas said picking up the soda we was going to buy. He walked up to the counter, paying for it.

Guy man bought his cigarettes next and a soda as well. Outside guy man lit a cigarette up and let the smoke lazily follow him around.

'It's pretty easy for you to say. you're a popular man, Thomas, and you're intelligent. Oh my god, Thomas, you are so intelligent." Guy Man offered his cigarette to Thomas who took a long breath of it.

'Guy Man, you may not like learning in a confined room but that doesn't mean you're stupid like you always claim to be.' Thomas returned the cigarette to a melancholy Guy Man. 'Have I made you sad?'

'Oh, no, it's not you that has made me sad, I did it to myself" Guy Man inhaled his toxin when suddenly Thomas leaned down and kissed his forehead.

Guy man sucked in hard. Thomas, concerned, patted his back.

'T-Thomas!' guy man exclaimed, dropping his cigarette. He calmed his breathing and looked up at Thomas. 'Why -? Oh," guy man blushed, 'because I said if I was sad or hurt you could... kiss me.' Guy Man trailed off.

Thomas rubbed Guy Man's back, and got him a new cigarette to smoke feeling responsible for the first one. 'If I'm ever the same way, you can kiss my sadness away, no?'