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Vince's POV, 16th November 2004

Today Mick and Tommy were coming over, we were having a band meeting on the tour dates and locations for the tour next year, we were just drafting some out right now then we'll announce the final dates probably early next year after we've secured the gigs.

It's been a couple of weeks since we'd seen Tom and Mick so it'd be nice to see them again, despite the friction that can surface between Tommy and I, I've actually enjoyed working with him again, the album was the first project we've worked on musically since Tommy rejoined the band, I'm not really sure what went wrong with me and T-Bone.

We started to clash in 1990, argue in 1991 then by the time Nikki and I split he all but hated me, and I wasn't overly fond of him either because he had a problem with me, I was so betrayed that Tommy and Mick had backed Nikki up when he kicked me out but it really wasn't that surprising now I look back cause of the tension between us.

We've never entirely recovered our friendship from way back then, but the time away from one another has definitely made it so we no longer are unable to be in the same room without arguing.

I won't even begin to describe the awkwardness of recording 'Generation Swine', just no, it was bad enough in the early stages of planning with the tension between me and Nikki, so to have the tension between me and Tommy too... no wonder I don't look back at that album with the most fond feelings.

Anyway, I'm getting way off track here, it was currently half past one in the afternoon and Mick and Tom were due here any minute, Nikki and I were sat waiting for them and Nikki's being quiet... he had been since he found those diaries, I've tried asking him about it but he's not giving a lot away, I knew he was hiding something from me but I couldn't quite put my finger on what.

I was trying to get him to talk to me, he wasn't contributing much to the conversation though, seeing Nikki so quiet was always unnerving, he usually could talk for America, I knew he was going through a rough patch again with his depression, that's dawned on me recently but I have no idea how bad he's slipping.

He won't tell me, I'm trying to ask him but he's just giving me the same 'I'm fine' reply he always gives and I know that's bullshit, if he's okay then he wouldn't be like this, he'd be more himself.

It was useless arguing, I hated arguing with Nikki and I try to avoid conflict with him as much as I can ever since what happened in 1992, I don't want to make the same mistakes.

I let him be quiet.

Until there was a knock at the door, which snapped Nikki out of his thoughts for a second, he looked immediately towards the front door and so did I, I huffed as I stood up bit particularly wanting to move "Better let them in, who'd you think it's gonna be, Eyore or Tigger?"

That comment did evoke a smile from my boyfriend "I think Eyore is more me, isn't he? Depressed as all fuck... then again, I guess me and Mick have that in common"

"Eyore, yeah. It's close enough" I mumble, not liking Nikki's frankly mood killing answer... I can't even make a joke anymore without him making it pessimistic, what's up with him?

My feet carry me to the door and I opened it, to see both Tommy and Mick stood there, I raise an eyebrow in surprise "You arrive together?"