"I need your help," he whispered softly, sincerely. Childlike.
She hesitated. They'd barely even been friends, let alone a pair that would consort to aid one another.
"Oh?" she raised an eyebrow curiously.
"I want...." his voice trailed off. His eyes were aflame with mischief; an emotion she recognized all too well in those eyes. His usual. His charm.
Her interest was certainly piqued. So she waited, giving him the time to formulate the words that were elluding his soft, supple lips.
"I want your help," he repeated, stumbling over his words as a child would their untied shoelaces. "I want to...."
"You said that already," she teased, her own brown orbs warming to his pleading chocolate gems.
"I know," he sighed. "This is hard for me."
Honesty. From him. Of all people. She was shocked.
"Alright, so, you're being a gentleman and you're being honest, this is a first," she chided. "What's up?"
"Stop!," he grinned. "Don't make this harder for me."
"Alright?" she smiled warmly, welcoming his statement, whatever it might be.
"I want to...do stuff," his voice was barely above a whisper.
"With me?" she practically shrieked.
"No, no," he chuckled. "I could never do that to Joe."
"Oh," she smiled reassuringly. "Then with who?"
"Joe," he choked on his twin brother's name.
She was lost. Confused. Had he just said what she thought he'd said?
"I need your help," he pleaded. "He'll....he'll never go for this."
His expression was confused, sad, lost and needing rescue.
"I need your help," he reiterated, bowing his head and breaking their eye contact.
"What do you expect me to do for you?" she sighed.
"I have a plan," he grinned, grabbing her hand and leading her back toward the band's bus.
*~*~*
"Just lay back," she grinned. "Trust me."