Walking home, Bam compliments Viole, which makes you smile slightly. You were amazing last week.

Thank you, Viole replies dryly. It’s a simple compliment, but Viole knows where it’s going. He never expects it to happen.

Bam hums, as if he’s picking up on something. Listening to the lyrics, I thought it was just me, but the way you wrote them has changed.

If this is a normal, relaxed conversation or a typical curious Bam, Viole will respond and clear up your confusion and you know it.

You usually put a lot of hidden meaning or symbolism into them, but this latest one is direct. This isn’t their normal conversation and you feel a discomfort in your chest. It’s like it’s directed for someone to hear.

Viole hums. He opens his phone, checking the messages from the band, although he’s already checked them before. It’s Aguero, isn’t it?

Viole shrugs, lying. Lying has always been easy with Bam. It could be someone else.

Bam grabs Viole's wrist. There's a finality and certainty in Bam's eyes that makes Viole nervous. And, Bam says, stopping you in your tracks. You love Aguero too, right?

Viole mustn't show any form of surprise on her face. Yes, I do like family-

Bam's grip tightens, You love him the same way I do, right, Viole?

*There are times when Bam's certainty scares Viole; this is one of those times and Viole hates it. He hates how Bam is so, so sure about what he just said. *N-no. I don't.

Those bright golden eyes identical to his. They're shining with a resolve that Viole can't comprehend. Yes, you do.