By some miracle Elon was invited back to the convention even though he lost lots of money due to Twitter, he was still a billionaire, that part of him couldn't be changed so easily, no matter what twitter trolls who wanted to eat him said.

He hadn't seen Jeff in almost a year. He was so focused on making Twitter the best version of itself that he completely neglected every other part of his life, including his love life. He knew they would run into each other but he was hoping he wouldn't have to deal with it. Deep down Elon still hoped they could make it work, he couldn't face Jeff telling him it was over for good.

"What the fuck happened to you?" Jeff said, grabbing onto Musk's arm.

"Oh...um...hi Jeff." Fuck! He was supposed to be saying real words, but looking into Jeff's beautiful brown eyes and shining head for the first time in a year left him speechless.

"Hi Jeff? That's all you have to say? You ghost me for a year and that's all you have to say?" Jeff ran his hand over his head, Elon really needed to stop looking at his glorious head.

"I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you." He took a deep breath, trying to hold back tears, how could he have been so stupid. Jeff hates him now, maybe he doesn't even deserve to call him Jeff, either way he ruined what could have been a romance for the ages. "I just got so distracted with twitter and all my other businesses. I kept meaning to text you back but then more and more time passed and here we are."

Jeffrey looked angry, his face was beet red, even his beautiful head was red, "That's it! You just got too busy? Wow I wonder what it would be like to be busy with many different business endeavors, and so many employees to exploit. Oh wait! I know what that's like! I practically invented that! Silly me being worried about you after you didn't respond to my texts or calls, after seeing you show up today in what looks like the cheapest suit you own! Why did I even keep that phone? Hoping you might one day respond? You probably don't even still have your's!"

Elon had tears streaming down his face. He didn't know Jeff cared about him this much and he threw it all away for twitter, and even that failed. He really couldn't do anything right. Not business, not romance. He collapsed on the floor no longer able to stand. All he could do was pull out the only phone he always made sure to keep on him, his phone for Jeff. Elon held it up and Jeff could see all the missed calls and texts, but also all the drafts Elon never sent.

Mark Zuck was in the corner staring at Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos, jealous of what they had. "They don't know I know everything about them. I harvested their data but now I just want to harvest their hearts... romantically" The Zuck said to himself sadly.

Elon and Jeff talk for a while after that, they find a nice secluded corner away from the prying eyes of Zuck and talk about what happened over the last year.

"So do you think we can give this another shot?" Elon asked, his tears finally dry and his head pain free due to the glass of water next to him.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

They arrive a Jeffery's house happier than either of them have been in this last year, both giddy and giggling like teenagers. They quickly make it to Jeff's room to get to know each other better (biblically). After about 45 seconds they have become one flesh.

The next morning they were discussing their business endeavors of the last year, while cuddling with each other and Princess Piss Bottle.

"Y'know I got so lonely without you that... that I made a few rockets but now I don't feel like I need them anymore now that you're here." Jeffrey confessed as he stared at the ceiling.

"You're making rockets?!" Elon said jumping out of bed pointing at Jeffrey as he shouted

"Yeah well you didn't call me or text me in a year so what was I supposed to do?"

"Pick a different hobby you unoriginal bastard."

"I can make rockets too. You're not the first person to make rockets, I mean look at the Russians or NASA."

"I am NASA! I get that sweet sweet taxpayer money and you don't! I am the only person who is allowed to make rockets."

"You are just an idiot with too much blood diamond money. You aren't NASA, you aren't even my husband."

Their eyes both filled up with tears. Elon Musk ran out of Jeff Bezos' house in tears. He got into the only non explosive Tesla and made it drive him home. When he got home (killing 10 pedestrians in the process) he grabbed the leftover tonight dough in his fridge, sat on the couch, turned on a hallmark movie, and sobbed until he fell asleep.

When Elon woke up the world felt cold and foggy. He knew that yesterday's events weren't a spooky sick twisted mormon hell dream but he so desperately wanted to believe that it was. He opened his phone to find a press announcement that Jeffrey Bezos would fly into space on December 21st (What a quwinkidink that's the same day William Shatner blocked us). This made Elon's blood boil to 1,000 degrees (according to his fitbit anyway) and he knew that something must be done.