THE FIRST THING you felt when you saw Scott for the first time since Rome is absolute disgust and anger. Every time you saw him, you felt your own heartbreak, along with Mikey's. 

Oh God, Mikey was a mess, and fuck, Bob is dead. Scott Favor was simultaneously easy to love and hate, and he broke so many hearts. Damn rich kids, thinking they're so entitled to shit.

"I told him I loved him." Mike mentions to you over a cup of coffee. You're both at the diner Scott used to eat at with you guys and the rest of the hustlers. Mikey looks so hollow sometimes, but it was because his other half pretended he was never a hustler. No, he's off married to that damn Italian girl he met in Rome. 

What was her name? Camille? Carmen? You didn't care what her name was, you didn't like her. She stole Scott away from you and Mike, and he doesn't even look at you two anymore. To Scott Favor, it might as well be as if you never existed. He just drives pass you guys on streets, sitting comfortable in the black fancy car that has tinted windows and a chauffeur.

It makes you so livid because he was suppose to be there for Mike. Scott was suppose to comfort him, help him find his mother, and instead, he left Mike alone in Rome. Mike was vulnerable, especially when a bad memory would trigger his narcolepsy. People took advantage of Mike or left him there without a care. 

"I still love him, [Name]." Mike adds on, barely touching his food. The world seemed blue, but it was going to be fine in the end. Mike still had you and you still had him, sure, he'll always love Scott more than you, but it's okay. You understand. 

"I know, Mikey." You replied, stirring your spoon in the bowl, which held lukewarm chicken noodle soup. 

"I miss him so damn much." Mikey says, and he looks so devastated, as if Scott died. 

"Me too, Mike. You know, maybe we need to getaway. You always said you were the connoisseur of roads, and maybe we should go somewhere for awhile." You suggested, gazing at his face. You understood the appeal of Mike, he was beautiful and a mess. It complimented each other perfectly, Mike Waters: the beautiful mess.

Mike looked hesitant, but responded, "Where?" 

And you broke out into a grin, "Anywhere but this damn shithole. I've always wanted to go Japan." 

For a moment, Mike makes a small smile, and felt okay for awhile. You weren't Scott Favor, but you were enough. 

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I am so damn tempted to expand this into a fanfic.