"Then go back to him. Show him how much you -care-... let him kill you, too."

So typical. So very... Brian. But being a heartless ass doesn't mean he isn't right. God, Teddy. Do you even know what you're doing? Because I don't, not right now. Except I know I'm turning away from you, and looking back to where Brian waits. Smirking.

He's right. Bastard. My feet know it. They're already moving, carrying me back, stepping to the beat of music that they feel, even if I can't yet.

Then Brian takes my hand in both of his, and for a second I -do- feel something: right there, under the backs of my knuckles as he holds my hand to his chest, something strong and steady and...

It's his heart. My God, he actually has one.

His face shifts, the smirk twisting into... have I -ever- seen this look on his face? No, but I think maybe somebody else has. Somebody who's propped against the bar holding my Cosmo, somebody who's always known what I'm just now figuring out.

Silly faggot, that's me. But I'm a silly faggot with some -serious- moves and reason to use 'em. Just watch me.