June 25th 1997

Malcolm wasn't kidding about Angus' odd behavior. Almost-touchy feely here and there. His hugs lasted longer than usual and the grip on my hand, tighter. Almost like he was craving touch on a more intimate level. I was not about to give in anytime soon, and if he ever made a move on me he'd regret it. But he promised...not to mention that whole conflict back at Christmas.

It was the day after the show. And food was the only thing on anybody's mind. After a democratic vote on pizza for breakfast, an unexpected health speech from Georganne, and another democratic vote, we got pizza for breakfast. The rest of the morning and half the afternoon was spent exploring. Europe sure has a lot to offer.

I didn't talk much to Angus until that evening. He met up with me after dinner. "Hey there," he said sitting next to me. "Ready to go?" I glanced down at his hands, one resting on my shoulder. Nothing too out of the ordinary.

"I don't know. Where are we going?" He gave me a face.

"Well if I told you that it would spoil the surprise now, wouldn't it?"

"You ever think maybe I don't like surprises?"

"Why do you think you keep gettin' 'em?" he grinned. We both got ready and left the hotel. Angus took me down the street to an open square where a fountain stood in the middle. "Surprise," he smiled.

"When did you find this?" I asked looking at it in amazement.

"Oh you know, just had an instinct." I turned back at him.

"No kidding?"

"Nah, I just found this the same time you did," he laughed. I smiled back and stood on the ledge. He held my hand and walked me around in a circle. It was easier to keep my balance with him there to help. Stepping down I sat on the ledge and ran my hand through the water. His hand brushed my hair away. "You know you do look different with your hair that way," he noted. "'T's a good different."

"Thank you." I shifted in my spot a little on edge at how close he had become. His breath sounded in my ear and his fingers started running through my hair. I cleared my throat and smoothed my jacket down. More like wiped the sweat off my hands.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"Uh, heh, no. I just-had something in my throat. Phlegm, ya' know." He raised his eyebrows.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah I'm good." He stared at me while I stared straight ahead. He brought his right hand to my cheek and let it rest just enough so it barely touched. Trying desparately not to flinch I narrowed my eyes.

"I don't believe a word of it. What's up?" He took his hand away and sat next to me. "Hmm? Care to tell me?" I glanced at him and sighed. "The truth."

"Angus, I was-okay. So yesterday when I was walking down the hall I overheard Malcolm and Cliff talking about you."

"Oh shit," he laughed. "And what'd they say?"

"Just that you had been actin' funny."

"Actin' funny." I nodded. "How?"

"Have you been-" Watch it... "Have you been feeling antsy lately?"

"Antsy?" I nodded again. He thought for a bit. "No. I don't know what antsy feels like from that perspective so, I guess I don't know," he smiled.

"As in you can't keep your hands off of-certain stuff," I whispered in his ear. It was his turn to sigh.

"I see. Well, they're not wrong. I admit I have been a bit-frustrated to put it more clearly. Or antsy as you say. You worried I might..." I shrugged.

"That's what Mal was worried about anyways."

"Hannah, you remember that promise I gave you don't you?" I nodded. "You sure? 'Cause I meant every word. If you weren't comfortable with it, then neither was I. I mean, I am a man. Men and women can get antsy on some occasion, you got to remember. But that doesn't mean you go jumping on every person you see." I giggled a bit. "What? What's so funny?" He pulled my face to look at his and I covered myself in my hands. Just the way he said it caused my giggle fest. "Now who's actin' funny?"

He wrapped his arms around my waist and started tickling me. I stuggled to get away and he only held me tighter. My struggling was pointless and sent both of us straight into the fountain. Water drenched us from head to toe. "Way to go Han," Angus smiled shaking his hands.

"It was your fault," I said crossing my arms.

"Was it now? Was it really?" I laughed as he grabbed me again and splashed me with the water. After a while he let go and we just stared at each other. His hair was stuck to his face, and mine was surely a haggard wreck. Slowly he edged closer till we were an inch apart. But a second thought pulled him away. "Come on then," he said helping me stand. "We got a long night ahead of us."

I woke up on Angus' lap the next morning. We had gotten back to the hotel the night before to change. Later we had fallen asleep on the couch, but Angus was awake already. "Hey sleepy head," he mumbled. I shifted so I looked down at him.

"What are you doin' up?" I asked. He looked up at me sheepishly.

"Well actually, I had to go to the bathroom and was waiting for you to get up." Angus gave me a look.

"Oh! Oh sorry." I stood up and he headed off to-well, you know.