#scratchzane

Pitch-black room illuminated by the light from unknown sourse in the middle. Outlines of the mantelplace and the painting above it can be made out from the darkness. TOM and WAKE are slowly swaying in the centre. The song is in foreign language, barely legible through the static, plays as accompaniment by the radio on the mantelplace.

WAKE: Good we finally have some time to talk.

WAKE pulls away a little, to look TOM in the eyes.

WAKE: It's a shame we couldn't discuss it earlier. You're busy, I know.

WAKE cups TOM's cheek, both gazing lovingly at each other.

WAKE: Just want to say, you did wonderfully with your hero role. Loved every second of your interpretation.

TOM's gaze shifts. WAKE rolls his eyes.

WAKE: No, i'm not salty about being a villain, anymore. The drama, the contrast, I get it, now. I think I did a decent job. You asked me to it, anyway. And I did it, because of you.

WAKE puts his head on the TOM's shoulder, lowering his voice.

WAKE: I just... just wanted some... feedback, you know? A little thing. Like...

WAKE presses his head into TOM's neck. The tie, hastly wrapped around the latter's neck,

WAKE: I need you, too, Scratch.