The Woods' apartment,
The living room,
Still Sunday afternoon:

Someone was ringing the door.

Ky stretched, before he went to see who it was. He looked through the spy hole, and saw a very handsome young man, quite tall, with spiky brown hair. A real eye candy. He realised it was Jamie from last night's party. He had believed he'd remember--he'd recognise--him immediately if he saw him again; maybe it was the sleep still in his eyes.

"Good afternoon Jamie," he said as he slightly opened the door. "If you are looking for Paris, he's gone with Kay to the park. He will be here before five." It was twenty-five to five.

"Hey Ky. Sorry to bother you, I really need to talk to Paris, or I'd not have come here. May I wait for him here?"

"I guess." It scared Kay to be all by himself with a stranger as strong as Jamie, who'd defeat him easily if he desired to. Despite his fear, he tried not to be too paranoid into thinking Jamie was here to harm him. "So... come in."

And Paris had said Kay and him'd back before five.

"Do you want something to drink? Soda, juice, water... or even coffee..." Then he'd slip a sleep-inducing draught in it. He laughed quietly: he wasn't as paranoid. "You may sit."

"Water will do, please. Do you need help?" No reply.

Ky came into the living room with a jug of fresh and icy water and two glasses on a tray. He served them both, before comfortably sitting in the armchair in front of Jamie.

Nothing was said for some time.

Clearly, Ky was not very easy, observed Jamie. He kept changing the way he was sitting, while his eyes roamed everywhere as long as they avoided contact with his.

"It's a cozy apartment," Jamie said, trying to begin some small talk with his friend's boyfriend's brother.

"I guess." Ky bit his lip to stop it from quivering. "So..." At last he looked at Jamie. "May I draw you?"

Jamie and Ky were both startle with his words.

"Sorry, I had not meant to say--"

Jamie grinned. "--No worry, Ky. I don't mind."

"Let me go get paper and some pencils then."

When he had all he needed, Ky came and sat back in the armchair in front of Jamie.

"Paris draws too. He also has a gift for painting. Have you seen some of his work?"

"Some," replied Ky. "I usually draw things to sculpt them afterwards."

"Do you sculpt wood or rock?"

"Both. Depends." He sketched him whole, roughly, sitting on the sofa, his arms stretched.

"Is the cow dancing classic ballet with a tutu ballet set over there, yours?"

Ky blushed. "Yeah. I was sixteen when I sculpted it."

"Unusual. I think it's great. Both the idea and the work."

"Thanks." He beamed. "Some of my work has been chosen to be exposed. It's not the same as the dancing cow; another style, more realistic. If you want to come and see it--"

"--I'd love to."

Ky grinned, still drawing Jamie. "It's not within six weeks, during the first days of March."

"Where?"

"The Terray Gallery. There will be other people's work too."

"I'll be there then. Terray Gallery, beginning of March." Jamie hoped he'd remember to note it somewhere so he'd not forget.

"So... do you have an artistic gift too, or something?" Ky asked.

"Photography maybe? It's a side interest. Some people say being an architect combines art and mathematic logic."

"You hope to be an architect?"

"I do indeed. And you a recognised sculptor?"

"Or an interior designer."

There was a familiar metallic noise of keys before the door opened through which Kay, led by Spike, and Paris entered. It was ten past five.

"Ky, are you here?" Kay asked as he came in.

"Hey Kay, hey Paris. Jamie's here for you, Paris." Ky always stated the obviously seen for Kay not to feel excluded.

"Hey Jamie," they replied more or less together.

"You are free to move, I have finished," Ky told Jamie.

He stood and stretched. "'Afternoon Kay, Paris. Paris, I really need to talk to you."

"Oh? Kay, you don't mind I--"

"--go ahead, Sweetheart. Kiss me first, before you leave."

Paris laughed quietly and obliged willingly.