Who: Myron and Chris What: Smoking and talking Where: Thessaloniki, Greece When: 20 May, early Rating: TBD, but I mean, it's Myron Status: In progress
Why had he said that? Especially to Myron, why had he said that? Stupid didn't even begin to cover how Chris felt about telling Myron what he never told anyone else. He regretted it, but what was done was done, and hopefully Myron wouldn't want him to talk about it. What was there to say about it? His brother was dead, it wasn't the woman's fault, Chris knew that, but that didn't stop it from lingering the back of Chris' mind whenever a woman was interested in him beyond sex.
Unable to concentrate on work, Chris finished setting up his booth, then went to pinch a fag. He was glad to be back on tour. Being at home with nothing to do got very old very fast. He could watch all the horror movies he wanted, but he eventually ran out. He'd actually done a lot of working out during their time off, but he didn't get any bigger. Chris was thin, and now he was thin and tone, which he reckoned was better than just skinny. At least he looked less like the D&D nerd he was, save for the glasses.
When he saw Myron come out, he offered over his pack, for decorum's sake. Surprisingly, he didn't regret confessing his curiosity of snogging him, even if Myron didn't know it was him who'd said it.