It's done. It's all done. Their unconventional Sibelius Violin Concerto for just two violins has come to the end.

Eddy still cannot believe it, muscles sour from all the virtuous passages he pulled and from the powering through such a long and hard concerto, the notes sweet and sharp still thrummed through his head, a gentle ghost caress on his ears. Everything seemed surreal at that moment and Eddy suddenly felt a strong urge to reach out, ground himself around something, someone, to be anchored and not drifting anymore in this seemingly ever-expanding room. It was hard to breath, something was so wrong now. Eddy felt more than heard the choke sound out of his mouth and before he knew it, his whole body has crumpled to the ground, curling itself into the fetus position. His knee knocked into his chin, bringing a sharp flash of pain but Eddy ignored it, focusing instead on how to make himself even smaller. The wood floor was helping, but the smooth surface was too cold against his damp, flushed skin. But it's something real, palpable, a helping sensation that Eddy was not actually drifting alone in the space. It felt so so wrong, being all alone and lonely and this heart-wrenching feeling was swallowing him whole.

'Eddy!!! Dude! ... Eddy what's wrong?'

Some sweet sounds were piercing through the fog inside his head, sharp like knife but somehow gentle like feather, short and urgent. Some part in Eddy's head recognized the sound, the voice, pitched highly at A# and lowering gently to the gentle C at his hissing of pain. Irrelevant fact but somehow, it made the air less stale and kept the darkness at the bay, so Eddy's brain sprung on that train, focused on the sound he loved the most. There are hands on his arm now, small hands that wrapping around his biceps, finally some grounding. Smaller than his, but thousand time more beautiful and so much talented hands, Eddy knew this from experiences, knew this pair of hands more intimately than anyone, even more than their owner since they have hold his heart for so long, palm print and fingerprints already engraved in his heart. He let them ground him, gently maneuvered him to the sitting position.

And then warmth. Eddy was tugged in the safest, warmest cavern in the world, thin but strong arms holding him closer than ever while the owner scouted closer and closer until there was no space between their chests and Eddy's head was tucked safely between their neck and shoulder. It was awkward, more uncomfortable than not with his long limps pressed in all the wrong places along the other, but there was no other place he'd rather be than here. The tall violinist spread out his arms and pressed the other even closer, if it's even possible. His nose buried deep in the crook between Brett's (ha, now he had the name!) neck and shoulder and took the deep breath. Damp, warm and so distinguished Brett's. His life center, main pillar, everything. Healthy and warm here with him at last. Eddy was finally at peace and the world became somewhat clearer now, crisper and less foggy, less dark.

They sat there for a while, on the ground deeply embracing each other. Brett's hand absentmindedly rubbing his back in hidden pattern, throat gently humming the Canzonetta of the Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto. That nerd. Eddy snorted and that somehow broke the spell around them, since Brett's hand halted before resuming their pattern but the Violin Concerto by voice stopped all by one.

Eddy missed it already.

'So are you okay to talk now?' – Brett talked, lessening his hold for a bit so Eddy can sit up if he wanted, but not let he go completely. He prompted gently  –  'what's wrong?'

'I don't know' – Eddy let out the wet sound. So he has cried after all, so lame. – ' I guess things suddenly crashing down, you know? Like the Sibelius, the move, the rough patch... YOUR health. I guess I have hold too many things at bay and now when it's all done, they suddenly crashed down. I .. it's.. it's..... too much' – he choked in the end, unable to hold back the tears to fall out.

To his credit, Brett didn't even flinch when he felt tears crashing again down his shirt, dampening the fabric there. Brett has changed in the bad room out of the 3Mil hoodie to the simple black t-shirt  and now he was grateful for it. It'd not be pretty to have all the snot on that white fabric and it would bake him alive with that hoodie and Eddy's heat. Brett was an easy sweater in the end. Back to the matter at hand, he should actually predict it soon. Eddy has hold it out for so long, so good, being a pillar and the stronger out of two of them throughout his health ordeal that sometime Brett forgot, how sensitive his friend really was, and how a blow in his direction may be felt at the equal force or  amplified tenfold to Eddy. That dork probably worried his heart out the whole time and cried himself to sleep everyday for all Brett knew.

I should have known. Brett thought to himself, letting non of his inner remorse slipped through his manner and kept on rubbing his life's shoulder. Making sounds to signal Eddy that he was all here and hearing, but let Eddy talk. His dude probably needed it.

'I was just so scared Brett. What if we haven't found out? What if what I found out was wrong? What if ... you was so so small already, so sick and losing rapidly weights. I should have noticed earlier, paid more attention..' – he was cut before Eddy went into the rant of 'what-ifs' and 'should-have', a familiar matra he felt into every night since Brett found sick, if his exhaustion from practicing hasn't claimed he yet.

'Ssshhh... Eddy, we have talked about that. We are all fine now, i'm okay and now growing as fat as a pig due to all the healthy food you force-feed me everyday...'. 'But...' – Brett cut in before Eddy said another word, maybe letting his friend talk was not a good choice after all if all his thoughts are so self hatred and regrets over something that's over his own power – 'No but. It's not your fault that I felt sick. And I own it to you for nursing me back to health, Nurse Chen. Maybe I should not hold you back from your medicine career after all, you would have had saved thousand lives up till now if  you had followed it'

Their old joke about medicine did wonders like anytime. Eddy let out the choke between sharp laugh and wetly crying, lifting his head a little bit to stare down at Brett's eyes to express how unbelievable that scenery was.

'Or I would have killed thousand of them through my lousy practice. Or I haven't even made it out if medicine school and ended up become the family disgrace anyway'

'HEY! Give yourself some credit man, I know you can do it' – at the disbelieving glance and somewhat betrayed one, Brett quickly added – ' not that I want you to become one. Just, different reality you know. I just know you would be awesome at everything you do'

'Ha, like from dreaming to be soloist to become Youtuber' – Eddy snorted. Somewhere in the conversation, venturing to their easy banter, he has sit up, still looping his arm casually around Brett's torso but now there was enough distance to look straight to Brett's face. He was so small and flushed, in the healthy pink too and Eddy felt grateful for it. He would never take healthy Brett for grants again and he has seen enough of paled Brett for a lifetime.

'We make awesome Youtubers, and just celebrated our 3 Mil, in case you forget' – Brett snorted in return, now more comfortable to be his normal self with Eddy no longer breaking down in his shoulder. It was scary to say at least.

'Yeah... our 3 Mil... more than 40 thousand people listening to us play...' – Eddy whispered it in awe, it never ceased to amaze him, how much and how far they have gone – 'Can you believe it?'

At that Brett smiled, the beautiful, gentle smile that Eddy liked to think only reserved for his own. – 'No, dummy, I haven't. But we have done it, thank to your awesome talent and beautiful Concerto. So don't beat yourself up.' – he sit himself up, untangle their limps, chuckled at Eddy's whimper at the loss of contact – 'Let's go, dude, we gotta celebrate it. I haven't drunk Bubble tea for so long I want it'.

Eddy brightened up at the prospect of bubble tea and grasped Brett's helping hand to stand up too. A teasing smile easy grazed his lips and his normal self coming more and more back – 'Bubble tea? Are you sure Brett Yang, I don't hear the doctor's allowance for that high calorie drink yet'

'Oh come on dude!' – Brett practically whined now, arms failing around like a small child who's told that he can't have his sweet yet – ' you know it's fine. Just one time, it's for our 3 Mil!'

'Hmmmmmm... do I?'– Eddy knew he's losing a battle even before Brett directed his best puppy eyes in his direction. But he was so fun to tease.

'Yes! And you have promised, during the livestream!' – now the 28 – soon to be 29 years old violinist has regressed back to 5 years old Brett Yang.

Eddy heard himself laugh at it, hearty and so care-free. Brett let himself smile too, small celebration to see his strategy has worked.

Together, they made an exit out of the apartment, their new home, and went for bubble tea. Before the door fully closed, the author may or may not see Eddy leaned closer to his companion and peck him softly on the lips, but maybe it's the author's hallucination after all.