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(Okay, so this is just a fluffly little thing. Hope you enjoy. I enjoyed writing it. ^_^)

“Oh, great.”

Now they’re BOTH alive. Hugging each other like this is some after-school special. How sweet. I think I’m gonna puke.

And Sasha doesn’t seem to care that I just risked my life to prove how much I love her. Makes me wonder why I bother…

“What a perfect end to a perfect day,” I say dryly.

Moira is grinning like an idiot, “Speaking of perfect ends…”

Oh yeah, on top of all that, Gino has lost his pants. I guess when they split, Gino kept his shirt while Johnny K. Gambino got his pants. Don’t ask me to explain how Gino’s pants fit on his mountain of a father. The point is, at the moment I’m getting an eyeful of Gino’s little pink butt. Wonderful. >_<

Suddenly, Gino pauses in his joyful reunion and notices us.

“Guys!”

And he turns around.

OMG!

DAMN MY EYES! gonk

Moira shrieks with laughter and Sasha blushes profusely and covers her eyes.

Meanwhile, I freak out and pull my hat down over my eyes, yelling, “Dammit Gino, cover yourself!”

“What?” Gino sounds puzzled. I peek out from under my hat to see him look down at himself.

The look on his face…priceless.

“OMG! I’m…I’m…”

Then he looks up and notices the news helicopter.

“Mike, PLEASE tell me you’re getting this!!”

Again, priceless.

Gino gasps loudly and ducks behind his father. His face is completely red.

“Cold out here, Gino?” Moira quips.

“Hey, shut up!” Gambino cries, finally saying something other than “Bwahaha.” “For your information, it IS cold out here! I happen to know he’s a lot bigger than that!”

“DAAAAAD!!” gonk

“Oh relax, Gino,” Gambino says coolly. He’s waving at the camera, grinning from ear to ear, and somehow manages to look dignified despite the fact that he’s shirtless. And okay, how is it fair that when I get shot, I have to hobble around on a cane, but when he gets shot, he comes back as a total beefcake? Hate him SO much.

“Relax!? Dad, my naked butt and – and other parts are gonna be all over TV!”

“It’s good publicity. Besides, what are you complaining about? You’ve got a great a**.”

“DAAAAAD!!” gonk

“Now smile, would you? These lovely people are probably going to want an interview…”

Gino looks completely mortified. I gotta say, I’m feeling a little better about today. I can’t wait to see the paper's headlines – “FULL MOON OVER GAIA!” or “GINO GAMBINO BARES ALL!”

Then I see tears begin to form in the corners of Gino’s eyes.

And I begin to think.

It occurs to me that Gino is probably hurt that his father doesn’t seem to care how much distress he’s in. That after all this time, Gambino hasn’t really changed; he’s still essentially a jackass who only cares about power.

He’s probably hurt that his beloved Sasha is too embarrassed to lift a finger to help him or even say something comforting. And Moira laughing her a** off isn’t really helping either.

And sure, he tried to kill me before, but that was probably his father’s influence taking over. In fact, before they merged, Gino was a pretty nice kid, not to mention shy and insecure. And now that they’ve separated, he’s back to that. He’s no longer the drop-dead sexy superhuman hero of Gaia, he’s…

…

He’s just like me.

Suddenly I pick up my cane, lying nearby. I walk past Moira and Sasha, past Gambino, finally getting to Gino, and take off my jacket.

Gino has closed his eyes and is sniffling quietly, so he hasn’t noticed me yet. I cough, and he looks up at me – I’m once again taller than him – and blinks.

“I-Ian?”

I hold out my jacket.

“Here, wrap this around your waist.”

He blinks some more and takes the jacket, trying it tightly around his waist (note to self: take jacket to dry-cleaners sweatdrop ). He wipes the tears out of his eyes.

“Thanks Ian, really, thanks,” he says quietly, and suddenly he’s smiling brightly at me.

He still has a beautiful smile.

…

Wait, where the hell did THAT come from!?

Flustered, I mutter, “Y-yeah, forget it. Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

“Kay,” he answers, smiling some more.

Why is my heart fluttering every time he does that?

I start making my way away from the cliff, and Gino follows. Gambino doesn’t notice, probably too wrapped up in his awesomness to (hate him SO much). Gino comes up close next to me, and suddenly I feel warm all over.

…

I AM NOT GAY!

…

I mean, if I were gay, I would’ve been all attracted to his butt and naughty bits, right?

Tho he does have a great a**.

GAH.

SHUT UP BRAIN.

I AM NOT GAY.

“Ian?”

I look at Gino, happy to interrupt my inner dialogue. We’re a little ways away from the cliff now, out of sight from the others, and the helicopter hasn’t followed us. I guess Cindy Donovinh decided the Return of Gambino was a bigger story than Gino being half-naked. Tho I know his fans would disagree. &_&

“Ian, I’m sorry,” Gino said, looking down. His now shoulder-length blonde hair falls into his face and he plays with his hands shyly.

“Gino?”

“I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused you. I’m not sure how much was me and how much was my father, but either way I feel terrible. I…I don’t really want to hurt you or anything. I mean, if Sasha likes you more, then I can’t do anything about that.”

Please, I’m getting the feeling Sasha likes MOIRA more than she likes me…

“I guess what I’m trying to say is…I don’t want us to be enemies. I’ve always thought you were a great person, back when you helped me…er, me and my dad…get better at Sasha’s house.”

He looks up at me with those big violet eyes.

“I…really like you.”

GASP.

Oh great, he’s coming on to me.

What do I say? What do I do? Should I be angry that he’s assuming I’m gay, WHICH I’M NOT?

…

Is this a chance for me to explore these strange feelings inside me?

“And I’d really like it if we could be friends.”

Oh.

That’s what he meant.

OF COURSE that’s what he meant!

Gino gay…haha…I really AM paranoid…and there are no strange feelings inside me!

Oh, he stopped talking. I should probably answer him, huh?

“Yeah…I’d like that too.”

“Great!” blaugh

More smiling. He just never turns it off, does he?

I guess that’s the thing about him, it doesn’t seem fake or forced or anything. When he’s happy, you can really feel it.

And suddenly I can feel his arms around me.

OMG!? He’s hugging me!

I’m too stunned to react, so I just stare down at him as he squeezes his head against my chest. I wonder if he can hear my heart. It probably sounds like it’s going into overtime.

And just as suddenly as it started, the hug ends. He looks up at me.

“Come on, my mansion is nearby – I can get some pants there, and then I can give you back your jacket.” ^_^

He walks off, and I’ll I can do is stare after him.

Note to self: don’t take jacket to drycleaners after all.

…Wh-What??

Do you have any idea how expensive the drycleaners are!?

…

Shut up. stressed