Orlando sighed as he leaned against the tiled wall of the shower. There was a little window in the corner of the wall next to him. It struck him as somehow odd that there was a little window in the shower. But it was high up here, and facing the beach, so it's not like anyone could see him or he could see anyone. He laughed anyway, tilting his face up to the slightly warm spray. It was soothing, and he stayed under the flow of water for a long time, trying to bring his thoughts into order. He didn't know how he felt yet.

They were back in New Zealand for touch up shots for The Two Towers, and he felt already like he had a year ago. The elf in the Fellowship, at home in Middle-Earth. He'd been greeted enthusiastically on the phone by the rest of his cast-mates as soon as he'd arrived, a few days later than the others, and forgotten that any time had passed at all.

Except that it had.

And now that he was recovered from his jet-lag as well as everyone else, he was invited to a party being thrown at Sean Bean's�no, Beanie's house. To get together and re-adjust to each other, catch up on things. They all wanted and needed this gathering. It wasn't just for the fellowship�but open to all.

And for the first time in almost a year, Orlando would see Viggo again.

He hadn't seen Viggo since...the last press junket they'd been to together for FotR. He didn't know how he should act, since his realization in India. Of course he should act as he always had�but then, no, there should be a difference. He knew how he felt. He'd never been able to think past the actual realization. One could almost say he avoided that. He had kept his promise to keep in touch by phone if nothing else with everyone but Viggo. That had just seemed too odd somehow. It didn't fit in his mind. Though there were many many times he had stood or sat or, at times, fallen asleep with a phone in his hand. How exactly was he supposed to talk to Viggo? He couldn't imagine how the conversation would go if he kept thinking of Viggo the way he did and decided to say something about it. And he knew he would have to say something about it. He couldn't not. He had waited too long.

Orlando's head snapped up as he heard the phone ring through the heavy sound of the shower. He turned it off and dried his hands, reaching for the phone on the counter next to the mirror where he'd left it after talking to Elijah about the party.

"Hello?"
"Orlando?"
"�uhm�"Orlando cleared his throat, "�Viggo?"
"Yeah," Viggo smiled slowly at the voice, letting it sink in. "�hey Orli."
"Viggo�I�"not now, he couldn't say it now. He had to get used to being together again, see if everything was the same. ...Or something. The annoying little voice in his head was telling him to stop making stupid excuses. "�uhm�I, err�I need to talk to you. Later. Okay? Not right now, but later�"
"�Is something wrong?" Viggo was slightly confused.
"No! Nothing's wrong�I just�it's important and�um, yeah. But we can talk about other stuff now if you want�"
"�Alright." Viggo wondered how he was going to do this. He'd just wanted to hear Orlando's voice, and somehow he'd actually been able to call once they were back in New Zealand and everything seemed to slide into place so comfortably. "�I�I need to talk to you too. Soon�I guess when we're at Beanie's?"
"Yeah, at Beanie's" Orlando smiled, the tendrils of hope curling around his heart.
"I'll see you there, then�?" Orlando realized that he was shivering slightly, the water drying off his body in the breeze coming in through the window.
"Yeah�listen, I have to go dry myself off now, just stepped out of the shower don'tcha know�" he laughed.
"Oh! Sorry�uh�bye�" Viggo hung up quickly, shaking off images of a wet, dripping, naked Orli. He better not think about that now. He needed to talk to Orlando first.

Talk first, screw later. Right.

Wait! Screw?

He slapped his forehead and groaned. �Since when had he become a hormonal teenager?

Since he met Orlando Fucking Bloom and fell in love with him over prosthetic glue�.

Oh. That. Right. Of course.

He groaned again. He needed to talk to Orlando. Soon. Why in the world had he been possessed to wait this long?

Because it'd never work out even if Orlando agreed to anything at all...and he didn't want just 'anything'. He wanted everything, or nothing at all.

Viggo sighed. They still needed to talk. He nodded silently to himself.