Patrick pulled his pants back on before he stood up and proceeded to make coffee. Pete posted a tweet saying something about dreaming in emojis, Patrick felt his phone buzz but he just ignored it and poured two cups of coffee, then made his way back into the main room.
"Pete, why'd we play i've got a bad idea the other night?" Patrick asked the older boy before handing him the steaming mug. Pete wrapped his arm around the skinner one and smiled "I know how much that song means to you, I've been too pussy and couldn't bring myself to ever play it live. I know you are depressed Rick, its not a secret" he paused and took a sip from the hot dark liquid "I owed it to you, I forced you to play What A Catch when you clearly didn't want to, and you have asked me so many times to play that fucking song." Patrick smiled and gulped down the rest of his coffee "thank you baby boy", his voice was soft and gentle and Pete's sad expression turned shy and his cheeks and nose started to blush then he nuzzled Patrick's pale neck "why am I the baby boy, you should be calling me daddy" Pete giggled causing Patrick to erupt with laughter "I would rather die than ever call you daddy, I'd fucking chop my finger off before that thought would ever cross my mind." Pete hid his face in the crook of Patrick's neck, his breath was hot on the younger mans pale skin, "I hate you" he whined playfully before licking a stripe of skin from the bass of Patrick's neck to just below his ear. Patrick groaned in disgust before wiping his neck with the back of his hand, Pete let out a tiny moan when Patrick's knee was pushed into his crouch ever so slightly causing the both of then to blush. "Sorry man" Patrick said before pushing Pete onto the couch so that he was laying straight and tangled his own legs around Pete's and his arms around the bassists strong chest, they both let out a content sigh.
When Andy, Joe and the kids got back to the master suite, Sherlock was playing on the tv while Pete and Patrick cuddled on the couch, it wasn't anything new, everyone was used to their cuddling and cheek kissing, Patrick holding Pete's hand when he could tell Pete was nervous, to random hugs and neck kisses. Bronx and Declan went straight to bed, both boys were exhausted and fell asleep quickly.
"w—what" Patrick exclaims as Andy dumps a bottle of water on his head, Pete screeches and sits up "you owe me 20 bucks!" Joe exclaims. Andy reaches into his pocket and pulls out two ten dollar bills and hands them to Joe "my gay-dar is never wrong" he happily exclaims. Patrick and Pete stand up, Patrick's body starts to shake uncontrollably. Nobody notices it. Not even Pete.

Later that night when Patrick was face timing Elisa she brought up his cutting. Stupid stupid stupid. She knows. Everyone does. Patrick just gave her short 'its just the stress, sorry El'. She gave him a worried look but he just ignored it and reassured her with a 'I only did it once, don't worry I was stupid and won't do it again'. After she hangs up he goes into the bathroom, the stench of vomit makes him gag. Out of his pocket he grabs a pack of Malboro cigarettes and turns on the shower, he makes sure the water is on hot so that the room will steam up and the smoke from his cigarettes will mix with it causing it to disappear. He felt all the weight was lifted from his chest when he took the first drag from the deathly stick between his fingers.

"I thought you quick smoking, fucking liar!" Pete hissed the next morning when he found the pack of cigarettes laying in Patrick's suitcase.

"Just eat the god damn food, Patrick!" Pete angrily whispers as Patrick wouldn't eat another bite of his salad later that evening.

"Just sing the fucking song you fuck up" Joe exclaimed when Patrick messes the lyrics up for Immortals, its the fourth time this tour.