Love comes and goes... It's something ephemeral, something that passes and can last forever—or something that passes and moves on. The moments where he could truly love were few, he ruined everything, but no one has ruined him. By ruining everything, he realizes that his whole life he was ruining himself. But, that was Sixx's scene, right? Drugs and alcohol, not commitments. Seeing his friend Tommy smoke after a sad moment, makes him think that love is as ephemeral as a cigarette, it can go out in a matter of minutes... Or when it goes out because of the action of someone, stepping on it against the ground, leaving nothing but ashes that at some point will be forgotten.

The times that you and him could do something that was truly love, vanished after the effect of the alcohol left his body. It was something too exclusive. He would have to wait to have even a moment of you, he had to be drunk to be near you—his vulnerable state was his excuse for you to take care of him. He will never forget something... He will never forget when in your bedroom, at a party at your house, you offered him a kiss. You kissed him while listening to "Lovers Rock"...

It hadn't been long since that, he remembered—even though he had been drunk when it happened. But he wouldn't forget something like that. Nikki could never do that. Today, you had had a talk with him, just him, at a bar where you usually visit. You were talking... Until Nikki brought up a topic precisely.

—"Now, how many men have you kissed?"

He asks, with his glass of Jack Daniels in his hand, looking at you curiously.

—"Very few..."

You answered Nikki's question, it wasn't hard to notice the man's uneasiness.

—"But you offered me a kiss, why?"

He continued to ask you.

—"Such a foolish reason, I'm afraid... I just wanted to kiss you."

It wasn't an answer Sixx was expecting, his grip on his glass of Jack Daniels loosened as he thought about what you said to him... Would he still doubt the reciprocity of your feelings...?