1990.

Since you practically existed in this great world you were completely shy, quiet and insecure. That's why you're just the typical quiet guitarist in a Sleaze band. It was quite difficult for you to relate to people, maybe you talked to some but you couldn't—You only chatted with the members of your band.

Although it's not always like that, or well... More like a year ago, in 1989 you made an exception, chatting with the vocalist of the band Skid Row—Sebastian Bach.

That boy was something... Different from you, but that didn't mean he was bad or apparently he wasn't since they are a couple and have already been a couple for a year, it's already 1990.

You couldn't explain how good it felt to hug the person you love and love, so after a hard practice with your band you went straight to Sebastian, looking for some comfort and then sleeping.

The exact same thing had happened, you had gone to him, snuggled with him in his bed and chatted until that chat ended with an empty fight over a stupid joke. Oh, and yes, Sebastian made the joke... It wasn't bad, you were just irritated and took it out on him for nothing.

So, you just went alone to sleep alone without anyone asking you to do it and, although he insisted, you just did what you wanted. And yes, you slept on a cold couch near the dining room.

The next day, you had gone directly to the kitchen to make yourself a coffee, when you couldn't find the coffee you got very stressed, until some fingers moved playfully towards a drawer, taking out coffee—It was Sebastian joking a little, although he put his hand on your waist.

—"Here it is... Are you still angry, love?"