It had been the worst day of their lives.

Roger took out the keys of the house from his pockets and unlocked the door, allowing himself and Brian to go inside. They were both wearing black suits, and even the expression on their faces matched. After Roger removed his shoes in the entry, he went to the living room and found Brian there, sadly staring at the framed photograph of the band in its early days. He remembered this day too well: the photograph had been taken after they drank a bit too much. John was pulling a face whilst Roger was holding his hair upwards, almost dying of laughter and his belly hurt. Freddie was grinning awkwardly, showing his protruding teeth, crossing his eyes, and Brian was pretending to be Dracula right behind him. Yet, Brian's hazel eyes were not focused on the whole photograph; they were focused on Freddie. He started to count the years, but he did not need to. It had been twenty years. Twenty years after the photograph was taken, one of them was missing, and missed. He had just come home from his dear friend's funerals. It had been the worst day of their lives.

Brian did not hear that Roger came behind him. He jumped as the drummer tenderly wrapped his arms around him and squeezed him against his chest.

“Remembering the good old days, huh?”

“Yeah... Look at how we were so young...”

Roger nodded as he took a look at the photograph. He smiled ad his eyes landed on his three bandmates.

“Poor Deaky, I traumatised him, didn't I? Oh, and look at yourself, Brian Tepes!”

Brian giggled and then waited for the third name to be pronounced.

“And then, there's... Freddie Donkeyry.”

The guitarist laughed and tilted his head backwards.

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly serious.”

The two lovebirds smiled at each other and shared a passionate kiss. They might have grown old, but their lips were their Fountain of Youth. They stared into each other's eyes, reading love in the other's pupils. But suddenly, their smiles faded away and turned into expressions of pain. Brian broke down into tears, thinking about Freddie, and fell into his lover's arms. Roger was weeping too, but he still managed to try to comfort Brian, rubbing his back and stroking his hair. When they finally could dry their eyes, they went up their stairs to change their clothes. Wanting to be alone just for a minute, they changed in different rooms. When they finished, they got out of the room they were in and found themselves face to face. Brian was wearing fancy pajamas looking like a cat costume, with ears on the hood that covered his curly hair. As for Roger, he was wearing the same kind of outfit, except that it represented a badger, not a cat. With joyless smiles, they stroked each other's cheeks. Brian broke the silence.

“In case of sad Roger.”

“In case of sad Brian.”

A beautiful yet small smile appeared on both of their face. They stretched out their arms and squeezed their bodies against each other's, burying their face on the other's shoulder. Roger whispered something in his love's ear, something he would never forget.

“It's a step we should go through together. We are together in it, Brian.”

“This is what I said to you when you were depressed, wasn't it? Back in 1976?”

“It is. But don't forget one thing, my love: we're a team.”