
Gustav Schäfer
What madness spouted from Tom's mouth. There was no cohesive sentences, no logical reasoning. If Gustav had a fourth of the fanbase, then he'd be approximately equal with the rest of the band,which was a total lie. The twins had all the fans, Georg had more than he did. Heck, Georg actually had David Hasselhoff despite that just being one of Tom's sick jokes gone wrong. And how could 'Hakuna Matata' contribute to his fanbase when he sung it with Bill. If anything, they he was the cute one for singing it. "Tom, you sound really messed up, let's get you home." He picked Tom up into his arms and carried him through the hotel doors like a bride through the threshold, and up to his room, placing him down only for a second to grab Tom's room key, gingerly caressing Tom's upper thigh through the denim. Then he opened the door and picked Tom back up, placing him on the bed gently as to not upset him since he was still slightly aware of his surroundings. He then leaned in and kissed him. "Why allow Bill to have all the fun? Someone as handsome as you shouldn't be held up by one man, but shared."