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A while later, Grace knocked on the door of the room Joey and one of the band's other percussionists, Chris Fehn, were sharing. Joey answered a few seconds later, smiling when he saw her. She didn't say anything at first, just pulled him into a hug. His arms wrapped around her and he held her tightly but pulled away a few moments later and looked at her like he was working his way up to being concerned.
"I just wanted to say thank you," she told him quietly. "You've been so fucking amazing with all my shit and I've been an ungrateful asshole. I'm so fucking thankful for you, Joe."
"Please tell me you're not making amends or something because you're about to off yourself," he said, worry thick in his tone. She shook her head at once.
"No, I promise that's not it. I just... Mick kind of slapped me with a wake up call and I realized I've been a shithead. That's all. I just wanted you to know that you're my best friend and I fucking love you, even when you beat the shit out of me in your sleep," she told him, making him laugh quietly. There was still a bruise on her chin and he reached up and touched it gingerly, wincing dramatically as his fingers connected with it.
"Sorry again about that," he told her, and she shook her head with a smirk. "And I love you too, even when you're an asshole."
"Good," she said, kissing his cheek gently. He hugged her again, squeezing her hard and making her laugh. She pulled out of the hug and took a few steps toward the door.
"You wanna stay and watch a movie or something?" he asked, and she shook her head.
"Nah. I'm going to see Jim," she told him, and he raised an eyebrow.
"He's pissed at you today for some reason," he replied, and she nodded.
"It's because I fucked Corey last night," she said nonchalantly, and he cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brows.
"You did... what now?" he asked, and she shrugged and laughed quietly.
"Just... don't ask. I've just gotta go talk to him," she told him, and he shrugged back and opened the door for her and watched as she took off down the hall.
"Good luck... I guess?" he called after her, sounding confused.
Outside Jim's door a little down the hall, she found herself surprisingly nervous. She'd never been nervous to speak to Jim, but for some reason this felt different, bigger. She wasn't even positive what she was going to say to him, but she did know she had feelings for him, and now that she knew he had feelings for her too, it felt like something that needed to be talked about.
She knocked, waiting. A few long moments passed and she didn't hear any movement within the room and knocked again. He was bunking with Sid, who was probably definitely out partying somewhere, but Grace knew that Jim usually took advantage of hotel nights to watch crappy TV and get an early sleep in a bed that actually accommodated his height. She knocked again and heard shuffling and quiet voices.
