Do crowds just make you feel lonely?

John always hated being alone while falling down from the hype that white powder he loved so much produced. It was even worse when the idea of not sharing it with Andy anymore started being more of a fact than just an idea.

His only companion was Leonard, his stuffed lion, and a bottle of vodka or something that looked like vodka, but that would be useless in no time.

—We'll be fine, we don't need him. —He patted the lion's head. —If only you could answer me. —He stroked its hair considering it might be good to look for someone from the real world.

Nick was not an option. He didn't want to be exposed in front of him as that person so different from the Nigel Nick used to know even though he had done it in the past. It used to be so easy back then in Hollywood, when they lived just around the corner from each other. He loved becoming John 'Tiger' Taylor. However, he knew his life-long friend would prefer to deal with Nigel's flaws rather than his new image.

That left him with only one choice. After offering Leonard, he took the last sip from his bottle though, to be honest, it ended up on his shirt. He laughed at it, threw the glass away and left the room with the lion under his arm.

Simon couldn't sleep a wink. He stayed up writing lyrics for the new songs. He didn't notice the time until he heard a knock on his door. It was past 4 AM, who would need him at 4 AM?

After a few seconds without an answer, John was getting upset.

—Charlie? —He was hugging Leonard with one hand while he was knocking with the other.

The singer knew by hearing that tone that Taylor would not be a hundred percent conscious.

—I heard you, Johnny. I'm coming. Hold on. —As soon as he opened the door, he confirmed his suspicions. —Shouldn't you be in bed by now? —He grabbed his arm to guide him inside and they sat on the bed.

The bassist laughed. —I lost track of time. I'm sorry to bother you. I didn't want to be alone and Andy's not here.

—You don't have to apologise. I wasn't even sleeping. Though it's late, you should get some rest. —He tried not to make John lose his temper; it was obvious he had been drinking, at least.

He smiled and squeezed his shoulder and it was enough, that way Leonard didn't seem to be about to explode because of his owner's strong grip.

—I can't sleep. —He answered as if it was something obvious, gesturing with his other hand. His restless movements caused Simon's doubts about his condition to dispel by noticing his dilated pupils and quick breaths.

—Well, how does it sound if I prepare you a bath and we order some tea? Can you try at least that way? You can stay if you like.

John had to think twice before accepting the offer. Although staying meant he would have to resign to his plan of keeping drinking and sniffing for the rest of the night, he preferred not to be alone. And when Simon stroked his hair he had no more doubts about staying.

—Fine. —He sighed.

—Great, I'll be right back. —He kissed John's forehead before moving out of his sight. A few minutes later, he was back in front of him with his hand reaching out for his. —Let's go. Do you need help?

—Just guide me, I took off my lenses. —It seemed to be funny, because John started laughing, spreading his fake happiness as Simon laughed too.

The singer had to assure Taylor that Leonard would be more comfortable waiting for them in the room and helped him get up. He made him grab his shoulders and follow him to the bathroom.