A little longer than a drabble, but hopefully that's forgivable.
Ten shows left, and they've got so much momentum now that those are just going to fly by. When they started the tour, fifty-odd shows seemed like they'd go on forever, a whole new and exciting world stretching limitlessly in front of them.
Now it's all coming to an end.
Matt leaves his shoes in front of the closet, stashes a joint in his shirt pocket and heads barefoot up the stairs onto the roof of the hotel, desperate to remind himself there's still a larger world out there. The moon is all but full, bright, and illuminates the fact that he's not alone.
"I thought you were sleeping."
Adam leans back on his hands and looks up at him, moonlight reflecting off his smile.
"I'll get there," says Adam. "Eventually. Look at that moon."
"You know, next full moon, it'll all be over," says Matt. "Twenty-eight days and I have no idea what I'll be doing." He pulls the joint out and raises an eyebrow at Adam, who motions him over to sit next to him.
"Don't say that," he says as Matt lights up. "You know what you want. You wouldn't be here if you didn't. Twenty-eight days from now you'll be pursuing your career."
"Yeah," says Matt, passing it over. His fingers brush against Adam's as he does, and it sends a little tingle up his arm. "But how? Where?"
"You've got twenty-eight days to figure that out," says Adam, tightly around a lungful of smoke. "You know you should come to LA."
"Then if we go outside, we'll see the same moon," says Matt, taking the joint back and sucking deep. Adam's fingers brush against his again, and this time he thinks they linger. "The smoke will make it look huge."
"And orange," says Adam, "like half the women in California."
"Not that you spend much time looking at the women in California."
"Yeah, well," says Adam slowly. "I don't think you're going to spend much time looking at the women in California either."
It's never been said before and it's almost a relief now, not just that it's been said but that it's Adam who says it.
"No, probably not," he admits, and exhales a careful cloud of smoke in front of him. "But I'm pretty sure there are other options."
"Maybe more than you think," says Adam. Maybe it's just the pot, but he thinks Adam is sitting closer. Just a little. "Twenty-eight days from now you should definitely be in LA."
"Personally?" says Matt. "Or professionally?" Or maybe, in a perfect world, both.
"Hey," says Adam, fingers tangling with Matt's as he takes the joint back from him again, "in a full moon, anything can happen."