Jareth heard keys jingling in the hallway and then the telltale beep of someone being granted access to the suite. Good, one of the guys was home, that would keep him at least somewhat accountable of his actions. This vacation was about forgetting, maybe even finding another lady - at least for the week - but, Delilah? They never could exercise self-restraint around each other, right from they very moment their eyes had met... But he couldn't, Jareth could NOT sleep with Delilah, it would inevitably complicate things.

[center][i]With these hands that I write with
And the ode that I live by...
I will never be with you.[/i][/center]

But he didn't have to worry, his bros would keep him from walking into her flames once again. Like an insect, he wouldn't be able to resist the light, and unless a strong enough wind through him off course, he would willingly snuff out his own life for a glimpse at paradise. Jar had hoped that it was Grant coming in, he was the one with the most level head. Jareth was just about to put the Xanax away and throw on a shirt in order to lessen the temptation, if only slightly, when someone opened his bedroom door. That wasn't right, Hunter and Grant would know better than to barge in on him...

No, it couldn't be her. He had just sent the text, how could she have gotten there so quickly? Jareth stood still, paralyzed in shock when the timber of her voice confirmed his suspicions. [i]"JarBear, I'm so sorry!"[/i] she began, quickly understanding the private scene she had just interrupted. She had rushed up behind him and wrapped her arms around his bare torso. The embrace forced him close his eyes and drop the prescription bottle with a noisey clatter. His tears had long since dried, and the benzos quickly helped tame the panic and shakes, but the empty grayness within him wouldn't leave so soon. Like cyanide, the words that poured from mouth were the sweetest poison, and he wanted to drink them in so badly.

Jareth felt the full force of her emotional whiplash. She had always been like this, it was one of their biggest problems. She was hot and then cold, cold and then hot again. She would slice him with her words and then attempt to apply balm to his wounds by saying "I need you" in the very same sentence. With a sigh, he turned to face her. Mascara had bled down her face and her hair was disheveled, it was obvious that they had both been crying. The situation was all too familiar to them, this painful silence was when they usually tried to heal their brokenness with kisses. Her lips were full and inviting, so he stared at them while he spoke.

"Two months, Bombs." his voice cracked through the silence following her words. "It's been two months since --" he stopped, realizing he really hadn't prepared his words well at all. "I thought you were doing okay, you have been so calm... I, I thought maybe soon I would start to feel okay too." he brought his eyes to meet hers now. "I'm sure you planned this break to be as much of an escape as I did. We should be able to enjoy ourselves, this doesn't have to be ruined because we are both here, right?" He didn't know who he was trying to convince more. Jar wanted so badly for them to continue leading separate lives, but he also really wanted to wrap his hands around her wrists and pin her to the king-sized bed just inches away. There was no one there to stop them.

Regardless of warnings, the insect found himself leaning forward, flying towards her light...