Patrick woke up alone.

Holy smokes. Was last night a dream? He twisted in the bed, burying his face into the pillow. It smelled so strongly like Pete that he sighed. Pete was definitely here. The question was how long did he stay?

Patrick slid out and bed and stood up. He walked over to the mirror to see how horrible he looked.

His hair was sticking up in weird places. There were very visible bags under his eyes. And his clothes were wrinkled beyond repair. He needed to bathe and he needed to change.

He lifted the T-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. He'd pick it up later. And he yanked the hideous pants down to his ankles. Stepping out of them one foot at a time. Leaving him in the white briefs given to him by the hospital.

He stared at himself in the mirror. He'd lost some weight. Maybe being in a coma does that to you. He twisted him body to the left to glance at his ass. That was about the same. He twisted his body to the right just to get a better angle. Still good.

Now he just needed to wash his hair and shower. Then maybe he'd feel like his normal self. He stepped onto the cold tiled floor and the bathroom. Dropping his briefs on the way to the shower.

He didn't shower for as long as he usually did. The hot water was making him feel slightly lightheaded. Maybe that was just another side effect that came with being comatose.

He stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist on the way into the room. It wasn't until he was about to open the drawers, did he remember that this wasn't his old room. He didn't have any clothes to wear.

Well that was great. Just fucking great.

His stomach growled vengefully. He remembered that he didn't eat anything yesterday. Meagan's food was gross. And he'd ordered a hotdog yesterday but he was so pissed after seeing the magazine that he stormed off without it. He needed to get some food in him. Now.

He opened his room door just as a maid was passing by it. She stopped when she saw him. Disbelief clouding her features. Patrick just smiled back. Usually, he would have spoken to her, but he didn't remember exactly who she was. And he didn't want to come off as rude.

He crept down the stairs. Listening out for any signs of Meagan or Pete but he didn't hear anything. Maybe they'd gone somewhere for breakfast.

That thought vanished when he entered the kitchen. Pete was sitting at the table behind his laptop. One hand holding onto what Patrick assumed was his coffee cup. The other hand typing away on his laptop.

Patrick stepped into the kitchen. Louder than necessary. Pete glanced up quickly from his screen. He paused and closed his eyes. Muttering something under his breath. And then he opened his eyes again. Before, very slowly, looking back up at Patrick.

His adam's apple bobbed nervously.

"Patrick, why are you naked?"

"I don't have any clothes." He pouted.

"So you decided to just walk around in a towel?"

"Would you rather I walk around naked?"

Pete didn't answer. Because, hell yeah, he would rather Patrick walk around naked. But maybe it would make him less of a bad person if he didn't admit it out loud.

He felt lousy enough for sleeping in bed with Patrick all night instead of Meagan. He just hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in forever. And he remembered how good he always slept when he was with Patrick.

"I'll take you shopping for clothes today. For now, you can wear my clothes."

"I don't want to wear a suit."

"You know I own more than suits.

"Yet you still wear them everyday." Patrick glanced distastefully at the suit.

"I work in a professional setting."

"Whatever." Patrick shrugged.

He walked over to the fridge and opened it. Glancing over the top shelf. Orange juice, apple juice, milk, water, tea. No. The second shelf was full of fruits. The whole fridge was actually disappointing.

He bend down to open the drawers at the bottom of the fridge. It was full of vegetables. He sighed in annoyance.

As he was about to stand up straight, he felt a hand on his back. He glanced back and saw Pete standing behind him. He pushed himself against him. Pete bit his lip.

"I know what you're doing." He raised an eyebrow.

"I'm looking for food. I'm starving."

"Oh, please. You come in here, practically naked, and bend down in front of me."

"I wasn't in front of you." Patrick laughed. "You came to stand behind me."

He tried to lift up but Pete pressed his palm down on his back. Forcing him to stay in the position he was in. Patrick didn't mind.

"Don't move." Pete whispered weakly.

"Why?"

"Just, don't." Pete ran his fingertips up Patrick's spine.

"You sound needy, Pete." Patrick taunted. "Girls just not doing it for you anymore?"

"Do not go there." Pete used his other hand to squeeze Patrick's waist.

Patrick stood up too quickly for Pete to stop him. He turned so that he was facing the man. Pete watched him with dark eyes.

"Tell your husband what you need, Pete" Patrick reached into his jacket and pulled out his tie.

"Damnit, Patrick." Pete rested his forehead against his. This wasn't right. He was a bad person. But Patrick was offering so..

"Pete!" Meagan yelled.

Pete tried to pull away but Patrick held on tight to the tie in his hands. Pete tried to yank it away from him.

"Are you insane?!"

"Stay." He tugged the tie downwards. Making Pete's forehead touch his again.

"What if she's coming in?"

"I don't care."

"She's my wife."

"I'm your husband!"

"Keep your voice down!"

"Fine." Patrick let go of the tie. "But don't come back into my bed. I mean it." Pete stood there. Not moving. Probably debating whether or not to leave. "Go!" Patrick snapped.

Pete rolled his eyes and walked out of the kitchen. Megan was standing at the top of the stairs looking down.

"What took you so long?" She whined.

"I was uh, busy." His eyes flickered towards the kitchen entrance. Patrick stood in the doorway. Just out of Meagan's sight.

"What time did you finally get home last night?"

"Um, pretty late. I just slept in one of the spare bedrooms."

"I was worried."

Pete glanced at Patrick again. He was unfolding the top of his towel.

"Oh, don't do that." Pete groaned quietly.

"Did you say something?" Meagan frowned.

"Yeah, I said don't worry about me."

"I can't help it. I love you."

Patrick let the towel fall.

"Holy shit! Pete sqeaked. His voice breaking like a pubescent boy's.

"What's wrong." Meagan asked.

"Nothing." He squeaked in the same tone.

"Well I was wondering if you'd like to do something today."

"Can't." He cleared his throat. "I have to take Patrick shopping for," He let his gaze rack over Patrick's body. "For clothes."

"B-But-"

Patrick ran his hands through his damp hair.

"Sorry, Meag. Maybe tomorrow-"

"You'll never believe what the fuck happened to us just then!"

Ryan's voice filled the house as the front door opened. He and Brendon walked in. Pausing when they saw Pete standing in the lobby.

"Holy shit." Brendon muttered as he glanced towards the kitchen. Ryan followed his gaze. Patrick grabbed for his towel in embarrassment.

"There ain't anything holy about that." Ryan laughed.

"Look, babe." Meagan cheered. "Ryan can take him shopping!"