Misha slipped off to the bathroom, to piece himself together. He washed his face in the sink. He could still feel Jensen's lips on his, even though they weren't there. His hair was a mess. He let the water on his hands run through his hair to tame the mess.
He was a nervous wreck.

"Just going to Jensen's house. Its not like they were going to do 'anything.' Well besides talk and get drunk."

He spoke to himself in the bathroom mirror.

"I mean we can if he wants to... I don't want to move too fast either!"

Nobody hears him, he was whispering to himself. But he got frustrated with himself.

"SHUT UP MISHA. GOD DAMNIT!" He yelled at himself in the mirror.

He didn't realize that there were other people in there. He wanted to be alone to collect his thoughts and didn't want to be messed with, especially Ash...

"Aye," the strange man said, walking up behind Misha and putting his hands on his shoulders. "So that's the name. Misha? Don't be so tense."

"Get off of me," he said frustrated, throwing Ash's hand off of him.

"What's wrong baby cakes?" Ash whispered softly. "Need daddy to buy you a drink?" He asked, resting his head on Misha's shoulder.

Not only was Misha frustrated with himself, he was really angry towards everyone else. It was an all around bad day for him. His built up anger was all released as he turned around and punched Ash in the pace. His knuckles hit him square in the jaw. There was already a bruise forming on the other man's face.

"I SAID GET OFF!" Misha yelled. There were tears welling up in his eyes, he let them stream down his face. Uncontrollably.

Jensen became quite worried. Misha had been in the bathroom for over 10 minutes. Even though it was probably Jensen just being eager to see him, decided to go to the bathroom to check up on Misha.

He opened the door to see two guys on the bahroom floor. One knocked out, and one crying.

"What the hell happened?" Jensen asked, gruffly. He leaned down and helped Misha up. Misha just collapsed in his arms crying his eyes out. His salty tears landed mostly on Jensen's face, but he didn't mind.

"W-whats wrong?" He still got no answer. "C'mere," Jensen spoke softly, sinking to the floor with the crying man in his arms. He lightly stroked his hair, "shh baby, its gonna be okay."

Misha's face was burried in Jensen's collar bone. Jensen lifted his face, long enough to wipe his eyes, and set him back down comfortable.

"I'm gonna take you home okay?" Jensen whispered, picking Misha up. Misha wrapped his arms around his neck, and his legs around his torso.

Misha was surprisingly light to Jensen. It wasnt a challenge to carry him. But that made him worry. Had he been self harming or starving himself again?

Jensen braced himself as he sat Misha down in his car, and rolled up his sleves. Before Jensen could get a good look, Misha smacked his hands away.

He was hiding something.

Jensen started the car, and scooted Misha to the middle seat. Where he strapped him in, and put his arm around him. They both decided to leave the radio off. The car ride to Jensen's apartment was silent, with the occasional sniffle of Misha trying not to cry.

Misha fell asleep on Jensen's shoulder in the car, halfway down the road.
The car pulled into the parking lot of the apartments that the producers were paying for. Misha didn't want an apartment, so he usually stayed in his trailer. Jared's apartment was right next to Jensen's too.

He carefully pulled Misha out of the seat and carried him bride-style inside.

He opened the door, and layed Misha on his bed. He was sound asleep when Jensen put him down, and covered him up, and tucked him in.

Jensen tiptoed over to his fridge and pulled out a couple beers. He set them down, clumsily, on the table.
The one fell over and spilled all over his pants.

"$HIT," he yelled, but then quickly covered his mouth.

A loud groan came from the bed behind him.

"W-where am I?" Misha said panicked as he wiped his eyes.

Jensen quickly crawled in the bed beside him. "Shh, you're with me baby." He whispered and kissed him softly. Misha giggled and kissed back.

"But why am I here, its late."

Jensen frowned slightly, "you said you wanted to come home with me earlier. Then some other stuff happened. You fell asleep... So I brought you back here to rest."

"Thanks Jenny," he smiled and the creases of his mouth turned up. "It's just, I don't understand why you would want a worthless fag in your bed!"

"You're not worthless Mishy!!! You're amazing, and definitely not a pile of sticks. Besides, I'm just a little bit gay for you." He smirked and stood up, trying to get the beer off his pants. He was unsuccessful.

"Gimme a beer. I need it," Misha said bluntly, trying to fix his hair.

Jensen threw a bottle over to the half awake man on his bed.

"Thanks," he nodded, opened the bottle, and chugged it.

"May I have another Jenny?"

"Sure thing!" He threw another bottle over to him. He wanted to know what caused Misha to have a breakdown, but he didn't want to bother him and annoy him. They both figured it would be best to just get drunk and forget about life for a night. Misha wanted to forget everything, but there was one memory of that night that he couldn't ever forget. Dancing with his crush. Kissing his soft lips.

Before they knew it, they were both drunk.