They were just always there. Everyone knew you had to have them together or not at all. And everyone knew that if, God forbid, one left, the other would be devastated. You just can't have that. It's like Dan without Phil or John without Sherlock. They tried to keep in contact, at first, and it worked well. They'd message each other everyday. Then, Patrick made a solo album. With that, came tours, interviews, and more. Pete would message him, but Patrick was always busy. Eventually, they both gave up. Sure, Patrick felt bad, but he didn't exactly know what to do. An ounce of him was now worried that Pete would no longer accept him, having changed so much. He bleached his hair, lost weight, and managed to prove to everyone that he didn't need Fall Out Boy. And Pete knew all of this, having kept tabs on Patrick via news. It worried Pete that Patrick may not need him if they ever want to become a band again with Joe and Andy. Patrick could play the bass fine. Better than fine actually...But he's like that with all the instruments. There was a knock at Pete's door, and in came a crying Patrick. Instinctively, he hugged Pete. "I-I was...Was in the area...couldn't stop thinking about you...I-I missed you so much..." Pete pulled him into a tighter hug. There was a possibility he was drunk, but Pete didn't want to focus on that. He wanted to focus on his best friend who he hasn't seem in forever. He wants to always have that scent with him- Patrick. He burried himself in Pete's chest, so close he could hear a heartbeat. "S- So guess what I heard on the radio?" Patrick asks, sniffling. Pete gave him a questioning stare. "What A Catch," Patrick answered plainly. "It reminded me how much you've helped me, always believing in me...And how much I would've been lost without you..." He clung to Pete's shirt. "Ever since the band broke up and we've stopped communicating...I never forgot about what you did for me... I was in such a bad place..." Pete lead him to the couch and looked him square in the eye. "You know why I wrote those things about you?" Patrick shook his head. "Because it's all true. You are a catch, you are talented, and you deserve to know that," Pete said, almost forcefully. He smiled at Pete. "Thanks, Pete." Pete smiled. "You should get back to your girlfriend, 'Trick." Patrick shook his head. "We broke up because she thought I was in love with- nevermind..." Patrick blushed. Pete raised an eyebrow, but decided not to question it. Instead, he let Patrick stay the night. He refused to take the bed and Pete refused to let him be uncomfortable so they both ended up on the floor next to each other. They smiled. In this moment, they were satisfied.
In the morning, their arms angled towards each others, as if they subconsiously held each others hands in sleep.