Scott lay on his back on the bed, a pillow clutched to his chest. Had he meant what he said? Was he really falling for Vincent? Had he already fallen for Vincent?

A figure appeared in the doorway. Scott looked up at him, "Hey."

"Hey there. What's with you? You look mopey," Vincent walked into the room, sitting on the end of the bed.

"Found a room to sleep in, yet?" Scott asked, avoiding his question.

"I have now," Vincent replied.

Scott shot him a look, "There's, like, 50 bedrooms in this place. Find your own."

Vincent shook his head, "Nope, I'm not moving, and if you do I'll just follow you."

Scott sighed, admitting defeat. He wasn't in the mood to argue.

Vincent lay down on the bed beside him. "You know... If you need some cheering up... We could always try to recreate that moment from before Chris burst in..."

Scott laughed mirthlessly, "Nice try, Vin... 'Fraid not."

"Oh come on," Vincent whined. "You seemed fine with it a minute ago."

"Yeah, I know," Scott said, his slightly confused tone of voice intriguing Vincent.

Vincent studied him for a moment, "You're confused, aren't you? You don't know what you're feeling. You're not sure what you want."

Scott stared back at him, not saying anything but suddenly paying full attention to him.

Vincent sighed, "I figured as much... Well, I'd give you advice but it would probably be very, very biased, so... Just go with what your heart says."

"That's the thing..." Scott mumbled, "I don't know what it's saying."

"Oh, I think you do," Vincent said. "You just haven't realised it yet."

Scott blinked at Vincent, confused.

"Give it time," Vincent gave him a half-smile, then hopped up. "Welp, I'm going to go choose myself a room."

"I thought you were-" Scott began, but Vincent cut him off with a shake of the head.

"No, no. I don't want to confuse you any further. Also, I just realised that Chris said that we couldn't use his bed, but nothing about me using the bed. I'm going to go find his room."

Scott scoffed and Vincent grinned before leaving Scott alone once more, thinking about the meaning of Vincent's words. Before he knew it, he'd fallen asleep.

Chris and Vincent were standing there only - wait - they were melded together? Yep, they were literally joined at the hip, one side of their bodies melting into the other's, so it became a purple and beige blur.

"W-Who are you...?" Scott didn't feel like he'd spoken it, more thought it, but they seemed to have heard.

"I'm your heart, sugar," Vincent spoke, grinning flirtatiously.

"I'm your brain," Chris' sharp blue eyes examined the room, and never rested.

What was this, some kind of spiritual trip? It had to be a dream... What Vincent had said earlier must really have been playing on his mind subconsciously.

"You know, you've always been fine on your own," Chris spoke. "More people means more mouths to feed and more work to do. Plus, you've never seen Vincent as more than a friend-"

"That's a lie," Vincent butted in. "What do you call what he felt back on the couch earlier?"

"Infatuation," Chris replied, with obvious distaste. "A false sense of attraction, because he's glad to see Vincent alive."

"But he's lonely!" Vincent, or more, Scott's 'heart', complained. "He wants someone to love, and nobody's going to love him better than Vincent."

Scott stayed silent, watching the two fighting between each-other.

"No. If he's really that lonely, he should love Chris," 'Chris' argued. "He's got the money to set Scott up for life."

"No," 'Vincent' argued just as strongly. "What is money if you had to live pretending that you loved someone you don't? Better to be poor and happy."

"You read too many romance novels," Chris replied sourly.

"Just remember," Vincent suddenly turned to Scott. "He told you to listen to your heart."

The rest of their bodies seemed to melt into each other. When the picture cleared again, Scott was staring at himself.

Scott moved. The other Scott mirrored his actions.

Randomly, quite out of the blue, a large dinner appeared between the two of them.

"You really should eat, Scott..." Scott said to him.

Scott frowned slightly, very confused.

"Otherwise all this food's going to go to waste..."

Scott suddenly became aware that he was no longer dreaming, but half awake, and the image of himself waved slightly and disappeared. He pulled his eyes open. "Wha...?"

Vincent rolled his eyes, "Dan told me about your taking... what did he call it? Oh yeah, 'Old Man Naps'," he grinned, clearly amused. "But I didn't know they were this bad. I got you dinner. Eat it before it gets cold."

Scott sat up in bed, taking the dish of warm-ish spaghetti from him - he'd obviously been trying to wake Scott up for some time. "Oh, right. Thanks..."

"No problem," Vincent said. "Also, you should come check out Chris' room... It's going to be one hell of a surprise...!"