((Okay, I've finished my plan for how this is going to end out... I've started from scratch 3 times, but I think this is a winner. The problem with me is I plan stuff out but then when I'm writing the chapter I just kind of lose myself and end up writing something completely different and having to adjust my story accordingly I'm sorry I'm rambling here have more of Chris suffering.))

The phone grew silent and Chris picked it back up and shoved it into his pocket.

"Oh, Chris, you poor thing..." Scott said. "Here, sit down," he ushered him towards a couch and he sat down.

"It's alright..." He said quietly. "It's just a mistake. It's all a mistake. It's another Alex. My brother is okay. It's just a mistake, isn't it, Scott?" Chris looked up to Scott. "He isn't dead, right, Scott?"

Scott hesitated, and glanced up to Dan for help who only shook his head slightly. Scott looked back down at Chris. He didn't want to give him false hope. "I-I'm so sorry, Chris..."

Chris shook his head, "It's just a misunderstanding," he said, but tears were running down his face. "It's a mistake."

Scott frowned in concern and sat on the couch next to Chris. "It's alright... It'll be okay, Chris..."

Chris launched himself forward and hugged Scott, crying into his shirt. Scott let him; what else could he do?

Dan sat down on the other side of Chris and put an arm around his shoulders.

Vincent sat on the table opposite the couch. "What was he like?" He asked quietly.

Chris seemed surprised by the question, he let go of Scott and straightened up. "H-he was... J-just like me... In every way..." He put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a wallet. He opened it and took out a photo. Without looking at it, he passed it to Vincent.

Vincent widened his eyes, "You were twins?"

"I-Identical..." Chris nodded.

"May I see?" Scott asked, and Vincent passed the photo over. It showed two equally tall, equally skinny, equally blonde and equally blue-eyed boys at about 16. They had their arms around each other's shoulders and were smiling happily. "You never told me you had a twin..."

"You never asked," Chris said.

"Interesting..." Vincent said quietly.

"Well..." Scott said, passing back the photo, "Is there anything you need? Want a drink? Do you wanna talk about it...?"

Chris shook his head, glanced down at the photo and started crying again. "I just want my brother." One of his tears fell into the photo, blurring the faces on it, which made his crying even worse. "I can't believe... He's gone forever..."

"It's okay, man," Daniel said, shuffling closer and tightening his arm around him. "It... I'm sure he's really happy where he is... Like, in heaven. I-It's not forever, right? Like, as long as you remember him... He still lives on."

Chris shook his head. "It's not the same! It doesn't bring him back! It doesn't... It doesn't... I'll never see him again! He's dead! He... Had such a great life ahead of him... He was only young. It's not fair!"

"It was him or you," Vincent said. "You're identical, right? Whoever the murderer is would have gotten one of you in the end. Probably would have mistaken you for the other. You're lucky he was the one to kick the bucket, in my op-"

Chris leapt to his feet with surprising speed and punched Vincent right in the face.

Vincent brought his hands up to his face and took them away again in surprise when he realised his nose was bleeding.

"Don't," Chris's voice was shaking with rage, "Ever say that again."

Dan was on his feet too, and looked as if he would have liked to king hit Vincent, too.

Vincent looked up at Chris with something close to respect in his eyes. "Good punch, kid."

"Don't patronise me," Chris spat.

Vincent stood up. "I'm not. That was a good punch." He licked the blood off of his lip. "I'm going to go get a tissue." He walked out of the room.

Chris glared after him and whirled back around to Scott. "Remember that, Scott. Just remember that you chose that over me."

Scott didn't say anything. Vincent's outburst had shocked him, too. It was like he had no empathy at all. So cold hearted.

"Look, man, it's been a really long day..." Dan said. "You only just started getting over one heartbreak, and now you have to, like, deal with another one. That's harsh. How about you have a sleep, hey? You've been awake, like, all night."

Chris nodded slightly, "You mind if I use my room...?" He asked Scott.

"Of course not," Scott said. "It's your house."

Chris nodded again and walked off.

"I better make sure he doesn't, like, trip down the stairs or something..." Dan said and followed after Chris.

Scott stayed in the living room for a bit. The guilt he'd felt earlier was writhing in his stomach. Poor Chris. Who would have done this to him? Why had Vincent been so tactless? And... Had he really made the right choice?