For saturn92103: "JC/Joey Anger...forgiveness...love."

"You can't do that sort of thing, Jayce," Joey said, his voice soft and reasonable. That was the worst. JC preferred it when Joey yelled; at least then, the anger was there and then it was gone and everything was okay after that. "You can't forget where we are and who's around like that."

"I'm sorry," JC said. He didn't lift his head to look Joey in the eye. "I'm just not used to being back in the spotlight. It's been so quiet while we were on hiatus."

Joey threw the copy of the Star down on the table. "I just don't need to wake up in the morning and have my mother call me asking me why there are pictures of you with your hands down my pants in this week's edition of the tabloids, all right?"

"Joey. I'm. I really am sorry, okay? I just forget sometimes. We didn't have to worry when the only one that the tabloids cared about was Justin, and I just sort of. Forgot this time. It's not like you can see anything. I only had my hand tucked in the small of your back, it's not like it's any worse than we've been photographed before. In, like, official photo shoots and stuff."

Joey's shoulders slumped, and JC could tell that he was starting to calm down. "I'm not worried about stuff for me, Jayce. I'm worried about stuff for you. You're going to be in the news a lot with your solo stuff, and you know how the publicity thing works. You've got to at least look like you're available."

"But I'm not," JC said. "And I'm tired of lying."

"Oh, baby," Joey said, and twined his fingers through JC's own. "I'm just trying to look out for you. Someday, okay? Someday."

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