Ten months Later:

It was Thomas's 18th birthday. He had informed his good friends and closest cousins of where and when his plans were. They would all meet up at the club, then go back to Thomas's house.

"Bonjour, Pere Bangalter. Where is Thomas?' Guy Man asked when Thomas's father opened the door. He directed him upstairs. No one was there except for Thomas and his father. Guy Man slowly walked up the steps, avoiding flashbacks of school but this time Thomas wasn't next to him.

'Thomas? Can I come in?' Guy Man finally came to Thomas's bedroom door. He knocked on it softly, turning the knob but not pushing the door open.

'Oui, I'm just getting changed.' Guy Man heard Thomas's muffled shout.

Guy Man opened the door and found Thomas with his head and his arms tangled in the fabric.

'Here, let me help." Guy Man laughed and took Thomas out of the trap.

Thomas with his shirt correctly on and his hair a bit jumbled, exclaimed and hugged Guy Man tightly.

'Bonjour, Guy Man! I'm so happy you're here." They hugged tightly for a few good minutes.

'Bon Anniversaire Thomas.' Guy Man held out a box. Thomas thanked him and opened it. He was elated when he saw his gift, a shiny silver watch. He put it on with slight difficulty. It had already been set to the correct time.

'Oh, Guy Man. Merci! Come, let's go to the club. I know it's not what we're into but once won't hurt, right?'

Thomas grabbed Guy Man's hand and down to the club they went.

The people were louder than the music, the smell of alcohol was everywhere and one of Thomas's friends might have sneaked in ecstasy but if they did no one got hurt. Thomas and Guy Man stayed in the back watching everyone, talking of what they could. Guy Man took out a cigarette from the box in his pocket and offered it to Thomas who accepted it.

'You know, today wasn't too bad. I stayed home and watched television most of the day.' Guy Man shrugged. He had recently quit going to school and just lounged around his house and Thomas's most of the days now. "How was yours?"

'Mine was okay. Much better now. Classes were long and felt odd having you not be there.' Thomas was looking around, at his beautiful new watch, and watching their friends grind on the floor with mixed emotions of disgust and jealously. "I've had better." They had learned to avoid using phrases like 'had better' and 'not doing good' unless they wanted to have a friendly kiss on the face. Unfortunately Thomas hadn't thought before he spoke and realized this when he felt a smirk on his lips and looked down at Guy Man.

Guy Man swallowed loudly, flicking his cigarette against the wall. 'Would you say you're upset? Like you're a bit sad?' His view slowly jutted up to Thomas who kept his delicious smirk.

'I might be very upset. How are you, Guy Man?' Thomas lifted his cigarette to smoke it. He let the bad air slowly leave his mouth. He dropped his hand back to the wall.

Guy Man laughed a bit louder than he expected, and flicked away his cigarette. 'I'm feeling extremely sad, Thomas. Should we do something about that?'

Thomas lifted his side a bit, having to face Guy Man without being able to look away. Guy Man did the same, and the two ended up very close to each other. Guy Man looked up to his friend who licked his lower lip. He leaned up and slowly closed his eyes, waiting for rejection more than an actual kiss. No rejection came but the kiss did. Oh that kiss. That smoke flavoured yet soft lipped kiss that took over all sense of being. The kiss that invited a hand onto Thomas's cheek and one that skirted around Guy Man's waist. A kiss that enticed some deeper hidden need for lip biting and open mouth conversation without saying a word. The kiss that started so sweetly and ended in the bathroom.

After that they vowed to each other that they could never talk of any of it ever again; being sad or the broken bones or the dozens hickeys they left on each other. They fared pretty well for a few years until one morning after sleeping on the roof of their tour bus, Thomas decided he wanted to bring it up. Casually.

Thomas had finally fallen asleep and Guy Man, most likely, too. He woke up just moments before the sun rose and was only a little delirious. He sat up with Guy Man's face in his lap. Thomas placed his hand in Guy Man's hair and stroked it. It felt soft like it was freshly washed and was cold. He rustled it and exclaimed, 'Guy Man, wake up. You will miss the beautiful sunrise.'

'I'm too tired, watch it for me.' Guy Man nuzzled his face deeper into the blanket.

'Oh, was it not you that said they liked to also watch the sun rise as they Spill Their Coffee?' Thomas joked, letting his fingers trail Guy Man's jawline. 'Guy Man?'

Guy Man was getting only a little irritated, but sat up anyway. 'Oui, Thomas?'

'Do you remember that time you bro-?' Thomas was interrupted by their manager who called them down. 'Oh, I'll ask you later. Besides the sun is coming up.' Guy Man, still half asleep, dropped his head onto Thomas's shoulder.

'No, no.' Guy Man yawned. 'You can ask me now, what is it?'

Thomas purred a laugh. 'Hmm, no I'll ask later. Look now, oh my god it's amazing. It never stops being as perfect as the day before.'

'It certainly is beautiful.' Guy Man closed his eyes and wandered back to sleep for a few minutes with his best friend rubbing his back.

Thomas usually picked the most inopportune times to announce something important or even, well even talk to Guy Man. Their two managers and stage director had been inside the trailer and were all preparing their breakfasts and enjoying a relaxing morning. They were discussing good and bad memories from their younger years when Thomas and Guy Man entered.

'Oh, bonjour!' Everyone had welcomed the young men back in. They were damp and shivering and offered robes to keep from freezing.

Guy Man had poured himself coffee. He didn't alter it at all, he liked his coffee just as bitter as it was made. He joined Thomas who had leaned against the wall of the bus, sipping his own coffee. They joined in on the conversation the others were having.

'Oh, and do you remember when you sat-?' Rojer shouted at Edna who responded with a fit of giggles.

'Sat on the bee? Oui oui! That was great. I had to go to the doctor I was terrified.'

'Or what about you? When you jumped out of your bedroom window to meet up with your boyfriend?'

'That happened just twice! And I broke the same leg both times.'

'Hey, Guy Man.' Thomas laughed, assuming now was a great time to ask. 'Do you remember my 18th birthday?'

Guy Man stared off, trying to remember that party, then suddenly sputtered out what little coffee he had in his mouth. 'Oh, o-oui I remember now. We were all at the club and -.'

'And you were upset by something, I just can't recall what had made you so.' Thomas smirked behind his coffee cup. He was playing an invisible piano on his leg.

Guy Man nervously chuckled, everyone was curiously listening to them, trying to make it seem like they weren't interested in their conversation. 'Why are – I thought we had promised not to bring that up again, Thomas?' He quietly mentioned.

'Oui, but that was such a fun night and the dancing was the best.'

'We didn't dance.' Guy Man looked puzzled, also wondering what Thomas was thinking. He noticed everyone was now looking at just them.

'Well, when the others were dancing.' Thomas walked to the coffee machine to refill his mug and entered the back to change. 'Well I'm off to change, I think before rehearsing tonight we may all go out today? Shopping and cafe, yes?' Thomas clapped his hands together and nodded. There was agreement from everyone else and he entered the back room.

'What is Thomas talking about, Guy Man?'

'I – I think it's best we don't talk about it.' Guy Man sipped the rest of his coffee and pardoned himself to the back room. He didn't feel like bringing it up with Thomas though, and he hoped Thomas didn't bring it up again.