Right thing to do

Blanket burrito Brett

During their shows, they forget the tiredness, sleepiness, nervousness, and anxiety. Just being with the people that came to the venue for them, to watch them, to listen to them, laugh with them, interact with them made both Brett and Eddy appreciate that from all the hardships they've gone through together, these people stayed with them. And will stay.

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It was a rest day. Time for the two to recollect and recover. The adrenaline has come down, they have the after-effects now. Slow and sluggish, they both are.

While Brett was in the shower, he heard Eddy talking to someone over the phone. The call ended a little before Brett was done. "Who was it?" He asked, just out of starting a conversation.

"It's Jasmine."

Brett's body shivered. Not because he just got out of the shower with his hair dripping wet, not because he was only draped with a towel, not because of the airconditioning on his damp skin, it's...

"She's checking on you... she said she can't reach your phone." Eddy's grip on his phone tightened.

"I forgot to charge it." Brett avoiding to look at Eddy.

"Oh... Charge it then, Jasmine said she'll call."

"Yeah... Thanks."

"..."

"..."

"I... I'll go out a bit." Eddy walks past Brett as the exit was behind him.

Not even turning around Brett said, "Don't stay out late."

Eddy left the room.

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Eddy was walking around the nearby market aimlessly. Ignoring the calls of the merchants around him, the colors of various wares displayed, the busy and bustling scene of the people in contrast to himself. He was deep in thought.

Brett was lying on the bed. He was camouflaged by the white sheets and pillows while wearing all white in the dark room. Staring at the ceiling not moving. His mind wondered the how, when and why of what.

Both of them alone at different places, thinking of the same thing. Whether this present is worth it to risk the past for an uncertain future.

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He left his phone charging. Eddy told him so. How he wishes his battery can be charged so easily like that too. He was so drained. Drained physically, tired. Drained emotionally, why? Sure, Brett had been so busy that he'd forgot certain things. But why he'd always forget about her when he's with him?

Hence, Brett called Jasmine.

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It was about 7 or 8 PM when Eddy came back, all lights are out. The illumination from the street lights outside that spill into the room sculpt Brett's figure. He was sitting on the bed wrapped with a blanket, only showing his face, his signature deadpan face. Eddy approached him, slowly. He leaned down and kissed him. Hugged him over that thick blanket. His blanket burrito Brett.