Him ; Bastille

Boy Time ; 36

"Wait what?" Ryan laughs at my story. I mean I dislike sharing mine and Kitty's dirty washing, but I can't just fucking keep it inside...I need to talk. "I mean...wow. To be honest bud I gotta side with Kit. You don't need to quit, you can just go on tour and get it done and out of the way with...right?" I smile shaking my head as I pick up the brown glass beer bottle and take a sip. "I can't just get the tour done and over with. It's not how it works." With that Ryan shrugs. He looks like he doesn't believe me but I'm not the confrontational type of guy so I just sit in silence.

"How's your kids then?" With that Ryan smiles. I mean...when we all have a one to one it's clear we love our wives and kids. Sure when we're in a group they call them bastards and other things — it's just guys being guys. "Rudy attached his loose tooth to a bit of fishing coil and attached it to a drone. Guess who was the parent in charge." With that he sniggers as I shake my head. "You're gonna kill them one day mate." I mean...Ryan is the chill cool dad. He treats his boys like boys and his daughter like a fucking man. They're pretty tough kids, really funny though...and kind.

However, the most bloke you would think to act like a tough nut is the softest. Bobby has all girls. They're all very young...there's a few of them. Half off the time when bobby comes to the door he has glitter in his beard, wearing fairy wings or holds his badly painted pink nails out like women and gay people in a spa. He loves them...but they're very bitchy which pushes him to the edge sometimes. Like randomly screaming at people to stop singing Lady Gaga for the sake of his humanity.

Tyler's son is quiet and well behaved. He is mature...and he is only like four but acts like he is twelve. He's his dad's anchor and it's sad because...he doesn't have much of a childhood. Kitty always takes him out to play pens and adventure parks, them two have a nice little friendship. Tyler doesn't mind one bit, he likes hearing and seeing his son being set loose on the bumpy slides and in the ball pen.

Maybe I should invite Tyler and his boy to a trampoline park? I mean I need to find a local one...those things are so much fun. Maybe I can take my daughter there one day and let her bounce around for a few hours? I remember when Bastille scaled America for the Wild World Tour and we went to a trampoline park near enough every other day.

"How's your girl then? You're a bit quiet about her..." I mean...I'm quiet because she's unborn. That the world is this one big shit show and anything can go wrong. "Growing." I almost whisper. I don't want to jinx anything, Kitty is over the moon and so happy...I'd hate for anything bad to happen. They both don't deserve that.

"Bless. I remember when I had a little one to look forward too. It's in that moment when you hold the child that you realise that you can wait a thousand years...for it to not age a second. That your excitement is now your reality." I nod my head. I understand everything he is saying. "It's a little early for you to be oddly poetic, don't you think?" With that Ryan laughs. "Never to early to appreciate the things not everyone can have..." also true.

With that Ryan picks up his beer, he looks a little...gone with the wind. "What's up?" I know something is definitely up. Ryan doesn't deny, he sighs and hesitates for a few minutes. "Me and the wife. We're getting a divorce." My eyes widen.

"What the fuck...you two are perfect for each other." I mean...they are. "When you love someone...so much and you know that they aren't happy...the only thing you should do is let them go. You must know how that feels right?" I nod my head even though I don't. I know the guys will take the piss out of me or get jealous that I've only been with one woman in my whole entire life.

"So yeah...that's where we stand right at the moment. We're doing a celeb couple where I stay in the same house because we don't want the kids feeling sad or anything. It's just weird..." that's not a healthy lifestyle for him, his ex or the kids. But I have no place in saying anything. So I don't. "Anyways bud. Hate to leave you and all of that bullshit but...I think you've got company." With that Ryan points to someone behind my back. I turn, expecting to see my wife, but I see...Beau.

"You've got to be kidding me."