Ain't He Sweet - McLennon and Starrison One Shots

What About the Night We Cried

1963

"I'm so tired." John slurred, flopping down on the hotel bed. His eyes were unfocused from intoxication.

"Me too." Paul sat next to him, staring at the blank wall.

"Hey, don't cry."

"What?" He felt his cheek, surprised to find tears.

"Why are you...?" He wiped them away with his thumb, staring into his eyes. "Talk to me."

"I just, I don't know," he choked out. "I -"

"Hey, it's okay. It's always going to be okay, love." John ducked his head.

"J - Johnny?" Paul was surprised to see tears streaming down his face as well.

"It's so much, it's just all too much." He embraced him tightly, sniffling. "But we made it."

"To the toppermost of the poppermost," he whispered.

"I love you." They were full-on sobbing drunkly now, not caring that George and Ringo could probably hear them in the next room.

"I love you too!" And that's how they stayed for a long time, until they ran out of tears and finally fell asleep.