- You absolutely love touring with Trent. There's something about it that never fails to excite you: maybe it's going so many places you never would have gone otherwise, or the thrill of having a purpose in having somewhere new to be every day, or the fact that you get to see him in action onstage, watch him absolutely nail every performance, (no pun intended,) and know that you're the only one in the sea of screaming girls that will be in the tour bus with him tonight. (Does that make you smug? Maybe.) It's all so awe-inspiring; you have trouble putting your finger on what your favorite part of all of it is. 

- When certain circumstances prevent you from coming along with him, however, you know exactly what you miss the most, and that is Trent himself. You could do without everything else; what you know for sure is that, every second that you're by yourself while he's halfway across the globe, you really, really wish that he was there with you. (Does that make you selfish? Also maybe.)

- You make it a point to call him three times every day: once in the afternoon, before rehearsals, just to ask how his day is thus far, if there's anything special going on, trying your best to pick his pretty little brain a bit while you have the time. You call once again right before he goes onstage to wish him luck, telling him that you love him with every bit of you and to break a leg, but not literally, please. Finally, you call after the show to ask how it went, always telling him, regardless of how he felt about it, that you're sure it was amazing and that everyone in the crowd felt absolutely blessed to have experienced it. Reluctantly, you then hang up to let him rest, muttering a quiet 'goodnight, love' before either going to sleep yourself or continuing about your day, depending on the timezones.

- When you finally do fall alseep in your cold bed, you usually dream of him, painfully mundane dreams of everyday occurances. When you wake up, you're usually surprised to feel warmth next to you, only to find that one of the dogs is utilizing the abundance of free space. Then you really do feel pathetic.

- The longer the tour goes on, the more pitiful you feel. Finally, it becomes impossible to keep your emotions concealed. During the tail end of one of your late night phone calls, you end up bursting into tears just before that final 'I love you.' Maybe it's because it's almost three in the morning and you've stayed up waiting to hear from him for hours, or because it feels like you haven't actually seen his face in forever, but you can't stop the tears. And, even though he's almost asleep and halfway across the world, Trent definitely notices. 

- "Are you crying? Oh, God, babe, don't do that."

 You just end up crying harder because he sounds so concerned and this really isn't fair. Still, you huff out a bitter laugh. "Does it really sound like I can just stop?"

- "Not really," he admits. "But I don't want you to cry. I'll be back before you know it. The tour only lasts... shit, what is it... three more weeks?"

- You want to tell him that three weeks still feels like an eternity, but you know he feels bad for you and you don't want him to feel any worse. Besides, this is a good thing; he's out there, giving thousands upon thousands of people a once in a lifetime experience, every single night. Besides, this makes him happy; he's living his dream, something that so many others never get to do. You would never want to take that away from him, so you suck it up and wipe your eyes. "Whatever," you say. "Just get your ass back home as soon as possible, Reznor. I love you."

- You hear him laughing at you quietly, and that sound alone is enough to warm you up for a little while. It still makes your stomach flutter a bit, just picturing that smile of his. You swear that this man is your whole world. "I love you, too," he says. "And, hey, considering that Chris's wrist is still messed up, maybe you can invite him over to keep you company. You two can bemoan my absence, commiserate about how much your lives suck without me in them..."

- "Oh, shut up." You laugh. "I don't miss you that much."

- But you do miss him, so, so much. And you're giddy at the thought of having all that longing lead up to something three weeks later, anxiously waiting for his flight to touch down at the airport. When you see him walk past those gates, your heart swells. Somehow, in the midst of all these people, he seems to be looking right at you. The two of you always end up finding one another, time and time again. 

- Once he's close enough, you let out the most pitifully girlish squeal by accident, throwing your arms around him. He chuckles, arms tightening around your waist. In that moment, you suspect that he just might have missed you just as much as you missed him.

- "Hey," you mumble.

"Hi," he responds. You can practically feel him smiling against your skin. 

"It's good to have you back."

"It's good to be back."

And even though you're being as innocently awkward as possible, Robin still gags as he walks past you. "Jesus, y'all," he says. "Get a room."

- You pull away just long enough to wink at the guitarist. "Maybe we will."