"My twin is the leader of a gang." Ziggy laughed because it might sound, no it did sound crazy to say out loud sometimes. "I used to be that way too. I think more than one of us were." He looked down at his drink thoughtfully and then smiled. "When I found out about Hunter and Gilly, it felt right to bring in other bands, like I was supposed to and I can't help feeling like I pulled all these lost people in to find something they didn't have. I know that sounds fucking weird but it's what I feel and I feel like that is important for the people watching us to see. All these crazy fucking weird people, happy, strong, in love. It feels important."

Ziggy had no idea why he was telling Bjorn this in the moment but that too felt right. He downed his drink and shrugged while wondering what the singer might make of it.

"The world is unpredictable all the fucking time." Ziggy shook his head looking between Bjorn and his sleeping lover. "I had a hundred guitarists try out and I had all but given up on finding anyone. I was ready to go on and just be the guitarist in the band myself then Mick strolls in the fucking door right when I was going to tell the producer I gave up."

Ziggy was thinking about Mick running away, chasing him. The arguments and the way the tried to ignore each other for years. It was madness.

"Is that what you do with your hot Brit?" Ziggy giggled pushing any darkness away. "Do you ever just stroke and kiss all over his arms? They're fucking hot, like Mick's." Ziggy could get into some dirty talk with the right person and it would definitely go to places that would embarrass Mick, probably. "His inner thighs or biting down his stomach before sucking him. It makes him moan like a whore."