" Good Morning, Brian!..Boy, You Look Tired. Did You Sleep A lot? " cooed a husky voice from above Brian's face. He could feel the sun glaring and hitting his eyes as the blonde opened his curtains.

He let out a mournful grunt, making Roger chuckle softly. " You're Gonna Have To Get Up, Brian. I Didn't Sleep Especially Well...I'm Still Up! C'mon, Lazy Bones. "

Brian sighed softly, hanging his bony arms over the bed and letting the mattress squish his torso uncomfortably. Roger sat down beside the man and patted his shoulder. " What's Wrong? " the drummer asked meekly. Brian's head rushed with thoughts of Roger not loving him, and him loving Roger. He sniffed and swallowed. " Nothing. " he mumbled. " I Just Dont Feel Like..Like..Social..Today. "

" Why? " the boy whinnied. " Did Someone Hurt You? " 

' Yes, You've Hurt Me - But Your Not To Blame. I Love You, But You Dont Love Me. ' Brian sighed in his head.

" No. " he replied. " I Just Want...To Be Alone. "

" It's Me, Isn't It? I've Hurt You, Haven't I? This Is All My Fault..I - I'm Sorry. " Roger rushed, his breath unsteady and his voice cold and hoarse. Brian shook his head and clung, swiftly smoothing onto the blonde's shoulder. " No, Roger. It's Nothing. You Go Downstairs Now. Don't Be Upset..I - I'll Join You Later. "

" I'm Not Leaving Until You're Okay, Brian. " Roger huffed, crossing his arms. And Brian looked at him with broken eyes and mild soul, making Rogers heard clench with undoubtable love. 

" I Miss You. "

" What? "

Roger repeated himself. " I Miss You ; The You I Knew Before We Entered This Farmhouse, The You That Laughed And Smiled And Hugged. The You That Was Enthusiastic, Loving and Warm. I Miss Your Hugs And Compliments, Your Playfulness, Your Affection, Not Just To Me, Towards Yourself, Brian. That's The Brian I Need. The Tender, Beautiful, Caring Brian. "

" You Get Probably A lot Of That From Girls At The Club. " Brian sulked And rolled over, acting like he wasn't touched by Roger's meaningful words.

" Brian, You Know I'm Gay, Right? "

Brian sat up instantly and gasped, going pink at his nose and cheeks. Roger watched obnoxiously.

" Gay? " he spluttered out, a tone of unexpected excitement in his voice. The blonde boy scrunched his nose up and sighed with slight sadness and sorrow. " Yes, Brian. " he said hollowly, as Brian scooted Closer To Him. " That's Wonderful! Now We're An ' All - Gay Band! "

" Your Mood Literally Changed The Moment I Told You I Was Gay. " Roger bumbled softly, but sternly. Brian paused and realised the horror of what he had done. ' Oh No. ' he gasped in his head. " Brian, I'm Worried About You. " Roger started. 

" You've Been Acting A Bit Weird Lately, Mentally. I'm A Bit Confused With..Well, You. One Moment You're Feeling All Droopy, The Next..You Just Bounce Right Up. It's Mind - Boggling, Man. You Know You Can Tell Me Things, Like I Tell You Things. "

He stood up.

" But You Want To Be Left Alone, so I'll go. "

" Wait, Roger. " Brian called to Rogers expectation, and the blonde smirked, ducking his head, feeling smart. " Roger, You're Right. I Think..I Think I'm A Bit..Cowardly - But I Miss Home, I Miss Being..Well, Lazy! I Miss...Myself. Like You Said You Miss Me. I Know That. "

Brian stood up, looking lanky and tall, and approached Roger, his cheeks now beaming in awe. Rogers eyes twinkled respectably, and the blonde cuddled him gently. " I Knew He Was In You Somewhere. " he whispered. " Soon, It'll Be Done With, And We Won't Need To Worry About Home Or Rest. "

" Yeah. " Brian smiled as he gently pressed his lips against Roger's bedhead. The blue - eyed drummer could feel Brian's warm, inviting breath on his head, and it made his stomach turn and his hips clutch in. He pulled away before he got any more excited. " I'm Hungry, How About You, Giraffe? " he smiled, referring to the guitarists sweet height compared to his own.

Brian chuckled. " Giraffe? Hah. I'm Actually Quite Hungry. Let's Get Down, Why Not? "