John quietly walked into Roger's room, to find him shaking and confused, Roger looked at him as if he was saving him from a burning house.

" Well You Really Went For It There.. " the brunette smirked, his hands on his hips and smugly grinning. Roger gasped. " You Saw That? "

" I And Fred Saw Everything. Brian Got A Boner, Roger. " the blonde went deadly pale, the the only colour in his face being the bright pinkish-red across his desirable, smooth, cheeks. John sat down next to him. 

" I Think You Two Have A Chance, You Know. "

" No, No, No...Its...It's Not Right. "

" What Do You Mean, Rog? "

The drummer sighed and turned away from John, leaping gently up and looking at all the stars glimmering and twinkling like Brian's eyes.

 " How On Earth Could A Handsome, Smart Guy Like Brian Like A Puny Little Rat Like Me? "

" Roger, Darling, Rephrase That For Heaven's Sake. Surely You Are The Mouse. Not The Rat. Rats And Stinky And Bony. " spoke a fancy, familiar voice approaching Roger. Freddie. " And Surely If He Got A Boner, He Likes You, Dear! "

Deaky chuckled softly as Freddie put his hand on his hip, and smirked at the embarrassed Roger Taylor. 

" You Should Really Ask Him To Be Your B- "

" FREDERICK BULSARA HE'S IN THE SAME FARMHOUSE AS US...SHUSH YOUR MUSH..!!! " The blonde whisper-shouted softly, wiping a tear from his cheek. He obviously didn't like the attention that he was getting. He didn't like the embarrassment and the jokes. 

" Look, Guys, Thanks, But No Thanks. Just - Just Go...Do Couple Stuff Or Whatever..."

" Roger- "

" GO! " he softly shouted, close to breaking down.

 Tears streaked down his face and all he wanted was Brian's gentle arms around his small waist. Just one moment he didn't feel stressed. He imagined Brian kissing him ever so meekly, so tenderly, and telling him it was going to be okay. He could see his doe eyes looking into his, and their hips touching slightly. That felt great, just to imagine.

" Alright, Deaky, Love. I Have An Idea. "

" Hm? " 

Freddie leant into the bassist, smiling toothily and rubbing his palms together. " Follow Me. "

And he lead John once again into the blonde's room, where he still sat sobbing, feeling lonely and lost. " Roger, Dear? " Freddie asked politely. " I Have An Idea To Cheer You Up. "

Roger darted his head upwards, looking upward towards the vocalist. " We'll Tell Brian You Had Another Nightmare, And He'll Come Up And You'll Get Some Love From Him, How About That? " 

The drummer flushed a little and bit his lip, deciding if he wanted that. 

" Well...Okay. " he softly mumbled. " Keep Sobbing. " John chuckled, his bass-plucking fingers stroking through Freddie's glossy hair, and the couple ran off to Brian. Roger remained sobbing, only little hope in his heart.

" Brian! Brian! Roger Needs You! Quick! "

" Huh? " the brunette suddenly said, jolting up from feeding the loud chickens. " Yeah, He's Had Another Nightmare, And We Cant Settle Him! " Deaky acted, sounding fairly genuine.

 Freddie smirked at his love as Brian instantly made a rush towards the farmhouse.

The door slammed open, and Brian was quickly at Roger's side, holding him close as he weeped softly into his chest. Brian didn't give one fuck about his clothes being mauled with tears. He couldn't let Roger suffer alone.

" Shh, Shh, Calm Down, Roger. It Was Only A Dream. It's Not Real. "

As the words slipped out of Brian's lovely lips, Roger tensed. 

Everything he was saying had no point or use - it wasn't a nightmare and he wasn't frightened, 

he was lonely. 

He just needed Brian to tell him he loved him, but that was already such a huge ask. He needed those lips on his to be natural, and not sudden. He wanted the hands on his hips to be romantic, not brotherly. 

But he made the most of Brian's arms around him anyway.

" Are You Better Now? " he softly whispered with a voice tender and with fragile hands stroking Roger's back. The blonde felt like a baby, having to have somebody ask him if he was okay. 

All the girls who liked him thought of him as this manly man, but he was soft and weak, and Brian knew it. 

" I'm Fine. " Roger crooned, getting up from Brian's grip and sitting on the corner of the bed. Brian placed a hand on his shoulder - he knew something wasn't right with his crush. " It's Been Really Weird And A Bit Frightening These Past Weeks, Hasn't It? "

" Don't. " Roger sighed. 

Brian clutched The Love letter he has written in his pocket, and scrunched it up. He belted out a sigh of discouragement. He was so scared to ask and even write Roger anything. Holding back tears, he said; " We'll Be Home In A Few Days Anyway. It's Going To Be Just Fine. "

" That's What They All Say. " Roger mumbled, lighting a cigar and blowing the smoke towards his knees. He smirked a weak, helpless smile that only looked cowardly.

 " Yes, But Someone Like Me Wouldn't Lie To My Cr- Best Friend. "

Luckily, Roger didn't set his attention on the cr- bit.

" I Guess. " the blond retreated softly, pressing his cigar into his ash tray, and standing up with Brian. Lost for much else to do, he stood up on his tip-toes, and hugged Brian round his neck, but it felt lonesome still. It didn't feel like Love. It felt like like.

Brian slipped into Freddie and John's Room, where the vocalist was about to undress his boyfriend.

" Oh! - Uh, Sorry. I - I Want- I Need To Talk To You Guys. I Have A Huge Concern. " 

" Go Ahead. " Deaky said, touching Freddie's shoulder passionately, mentally saying; ' We'll Do That Later. ' 

Brian sat down with them, his hands trembling and staring down at the floor. He lowered and quietened his voice. " I Think Roger Has A Mental Problem - Like..." he sniffed a tear down. " Depression. "