Shatner looked through an old stack of papers and notebooks. He opened one from a time before he had ever met Ringo. A time when he could never believe a life together was possible. This was where he would write about his feelings for Ringo, when it was merely an unrequited crush for a man he had never met. Now that man was his boyfriend. How times change.  
At the back of the book was a poem he wrote while sober and frustrated.

I'm tired of being in love with you

I'm tired of no signs from you

Your love was just a fantasy I entertained but would never get

Why do I always choose the unavailable ones to share my love

I'll fall out of love

If you ever love me don't tell

We would never work

We both know that

I took off the rose tinted glasses

Now I see all the red flags 

Goodbye to my crush on you

The poem hit Shatner in a way he never thought a poem could. He promised to never take Ringo and their relationship for granted. The man he was when he soberly wrote this poem could never imagine the life he was currently living, one where Ringo Starr could love him back.

He set the poem down and went to the other room to get his favorite black and pink Hannah Montana duffle bag (with her face right on the side). He wanted only the best for carrying Ringo's stuff in, it was the least he deserved. He grabbed a lacroix from his own fridge and tossed it in the bag, a treat for Ringo for laer. It was Ringo's favorite flavor, orange, Shatner didn't like it that much but always made sure to have some in his house in case Ringo came over.

Once Shatner got to Ringo's house and used the key Ringo gave him to open the door, he got to looking for everything Ringo wanted. He looked at the list Ringo had given him.
3 pairs of clean underwear (red, yellow, and blue)
A scented candle (no lighter)
My diary (its pink and bedazzled)
My issue of men's swimsuit magazine
My mini drum set (by my bed)
My ipod 3 (and my orange headphones)
My tiny buddha statue
My pocket bible (the green one... it's also bedazzled)
My oversized depression hoodie (i'm not depressed right now is just super comfy)
Depression pajama pants (they're rainbow and fluffy)
Depression slippers
Depression onesie
A knife
A fork
A frisbee (to eat off of)
A bag of goldfish (because I can't bite the heads off of real ones)
My small weighted justin bieber blanket (its blue and has his face on it)
Horse stuffed animal (because I always wanted to see a horse in a hospital)
Commmunist manifesto

Shatner doesn't support Ringo's communism but everyone has flaws, even perfect Ringo. Shatner always believed the red scare should've continued, but a difference in ideological beliefs should never get between love, since love always wins over Shatner's hate of communism. He loved him slightly more than he hated communism. Shatner believed that we all needed to do our part to take down communism in places like France. He hoped to one day be able to sway Ringo's views to correctly believe that capitalism is the only way. (Obviously that was never going to happen but a disgraced cis actor can hope, right?)

Shatner soon arrived at the hospital, excited to see Ringo again. He hadn't seen him since that morning when Ringo gave him the list, and that was an hour and a half ago. He hadn't gone that long without seeing him since before they were together, on the day Ringo was kidnapped and waterboarded. It was hard to go so long without seeing his beloved, but he had managed.

Shatner placed the Hannah Montana bag on Ringo's side table. Ringo kissed Shatner on the cheek.
"Thank you, I love everything about you."
"Oh like what?" Shatner said as he sat down in the chair beside Ringo.
"I really like your fatty milkers." Ringo said aggressively blushing.
"Oh, these old things?" Shatner said, touching his fat hooters. "I love your nose."
"Really? You don't think it's too much?" Ringo had always held insecurities about his huge nose.
"The more there is, the more to love." he said kissing Ringo on his large nose.

The nurse walked in "Umm... Bernie Sanders is here to see you." Neither of them knew a Bernie Sanders, nor did they know of him. They were both vastly inexperienced in American politics.
"Bernie Sanders?" Ringo said.
"Y'know the senator from Vermont?"
"Vermont? That's not a real place." Shatner said.
The nurse didn't argue, they were too tired from the long day of old people complaining while they were high off Oxycontin.
"Well he's here, do you want him to come up?"
Shatner and Ringo both glanced at each other and agreed to let him in.
"Sure."

A few minutes later Randle wandered in.
"Oh hey whippersnapper how are you?"
"Oh hey Randle, we're waiting for a guy named Bernie Sanders." Ringo said happily.
"Ugh him!"
"You know him?"
"They always confuse me for him. We're apparently long lost twin brothers according to my now deceased mother." 
"Long lost brother? Does that mean you've never met him?"
"Well yeah. That's not why I'm here, I'm here to say I'm sorry for everything I said to you. I was worried that you would somehow steal my business."
"Thank you, Randle."

Ringo might have accepted the apology but Shatner was quietly judging Randle. It would
take a lot of work for Shatner to accept his apology. He wanted to protect his lover Ringo the best he could from what he perceived to be the evil's of the world like Randle, even though Randle was overall a more well rounded person than him. Shatner mostly didn't accept the apology though because Randle was 6 feet and Shatner was 5'10.

"Ringo when you get discharged I can teach you the ropes of running a bingo place and even introduce you to the group if you like."
"That would be amazing! I've been so lonely! I've only had one friend other than Shatner since John and George died!" He said way too enthusiastically for someone who was still grieving his dear close friends.

Randle and Ringo chatted about Bingo for a few more minutes before he left, Shatner scowlded at Randle the entire time. Shatner was honestly terrified what would happen if Ringo had more Bingo friends. Would he leave him? Would they stay bingo partners? Shatner felt their partnership was too fragile to have other people involved.