Jaime walked away from the bus, away from his friends, as quickly as he could, slowing only when he turned the corner to the front of the venue. He looked left, towards the front doors, and smiled lightly at the fans who were still there. He knew they were probably waiting, hoping that someone would come out to talk to them, or waiting for their rides home. For a moment, he thought about marching over with his head held high and talking to them, but he quickly decided against it. He needed to get his head straight before he talked to anyone, no matter what about.

He turned away from the building and headed down the road to his right. He didn’t know much about the city they were in tonight, but it had to have a bar; every city has a bar, and every cloudy minded Jaime needs a drink. Most of the people he passed seemed to pay him no mind, though occasionally there would be one or two people who seemed to turn their nose up at his hair, or his shirt, or his tattoos. He kept his head down, though, ignoring their rude antics.

As he walked, his cursed himself, analyzing all the different ways his conversation with Vic could have gone, and deciding that any way was better than the way it did go. He hadn’t meant anything by his comment, really, but Vic didn’t know that it was all in joking. They didn’t even get a chance to talk about it before Mike came in, and that irritated Jaime. What irritated him more, though, was how quickly Vic had wanted to get away from him. Maybe, he thought, it was just in his head, and Vic hadn’t wanted to get away from 'him', but had just been excited at the prospect of firing small explosives at his brother.

Jaime knew the truth, although he didn’t want it to be true. He was just a play thing for Vic, something to keep him company when he wanted it, and that was fine with Jaime because that’s exactly what Vic was for him. 'Right?' he asked himself. He stopped walking, staring at the sidewalk ahead of him for a moment before shrugging. 'Right,' he answered his own question as he began to move his feet again.

He looked towards the sky as he walked, hoping to see stars although he knew that the large city was too brightly lit for that. These places were always too polluted by light during the night for any stars to be visible, and, sometimes, in cases like this, it was almost too bright to see the moon. It was one of those cities that never slept, one that always had a party happening somewhere.

Jaime started to pay more attention to his surroundings, wondering for a moment if he hadn’t already passed a bar. It didn’t matter to him, he didn’t really want to spend time at another big building playing loud music for however long it took him to get a buzz going. It felt like the show had only ended a few minutes ago, that his slip up to Vic had just happened, though he knew that it had to have been at least two hours ago, and he still wasn’t ready to surround himself by more sweaty partiers who only wanted to do anything they could to have fun.

One…two…five…he began to count liquor stores as he passed them, trying to decide just how many one city needed to help all of the addicts and parties it harbored. Jaime was pretty sure he had never seen so many so close to each other, but then he tried to remind himself how long it had been since he had actually paid any attention to something like that. It was that thought that made him realize just how far out of his limits he was right then; alone, confused and sober.

The sound of thunder helped him make up his mind as he turned back and began to make his way back to the tour bus. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been walking, but he knew that he hadn’t really decided anything. His thoughts flickered to Tony. When he had told Vic his suspicions that Tony knew about their relationship, he was just trying to figure out his best friend’s thoughts on others knowing about what they had. Jaime was tired of hiding their relationship, they had been sneaking around together for months, and knew that the fact that Tony had begun watching them closely gave him the perfect opportunity to try and see where they stood on the whole ‘telling people’ part of being together.

What Jaime hadn’t expected to end up happening, though, was Tony’s question. It echoed through his mind, 'have you told him yet', as he tried to pinpoint exactly when Turtle had started sniffing around. He couldn’t, though, because it was as if Tony had always known; it was as if Tony had seen it coming before any of them. He shook all thoughts of the night from his mind as he rounded the corner back to the bus.

He was silent when he entered, finding everyone except, as he expected, Tony asleep. He nodded at the guitarist as he roamed through the bus, ready to do exactly what the two brothers were doing: sleep. As he began to climb into his bunk, he stopped and looked back at Tony playing on his phone. He fought with himself for a moment before stepping back and walking over. He tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and, when Tony looked up, he shook his head.

“No. I haven’t,” he finally answered the question he was given before he went on his walk. At Tony’s confused look, he turned back and lifted himself into his bunk with a sigh, “I haven’t told Vic anything,” he whispered, shutting himself off from Tony with a blanket of silence. He could hear his friend shuffling about, probably piecing together what Jaime had told him as he drifted into sleep and, finally, peace.