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The gig went along swimmingly. They took the obligatory break, in which Dion and Dakota continued talking about the kids they'd adopt and where they would sleep and all of that. So needless to say, both of them were feeling pretty good with being picked. At the same time, both were scared shitless of being first time fathers.

They were on the road so much, and hardly ever in the same spot twice. Which meant they'd probably have to become a stationary group until the kids were a bit older, depending on the age they got.

It made the black man's head hurt severely to think of children. And with Christmas right around the corner, maybe it would be alright to not finish the tour. They all kind of needed a break from each other. Especially Darin. He was getting anxious to see his grandparents again.

So, here they were at a meeting before they traveled to get the kids. "...I think we should all split for the holidays. Meet up after the first of the year to finish the tour... Maybe the kids would be situated better, too.

"What'd I do this time?" Darin whined, nearly interrupting the speaker. Why did HE always have to have a talk? It wasn't his fault he was totally awesome and the others didn't see it that way.

The whole not faulting anybody for things over the seperation sat uneasy with the bassist. Something about those words held a promise; good or bad, he wasn't sure just yet. With a sigh, Dion nodded and pushed hid dreads out of his face. "Yeah.. We got things to do. Maybe you can get that stick out of Darin's a** over the break." He snorted at that and looked to Dakota, then Darin and then back at David.

"Let's finish cleaning up and get on the road."

Dion took the paper from him and examined it. "I think we played a gig near there once... I remember a bit.." Was all he said before he grabbed his bags, coat and keys. They had been planning on a motel tonight, but it'd just be Dion and Kota, so the van was good enough.

Though, none of them really liked the van anymore. Especially if they had to drive it in the rain.

He loaded them both up, made sure Dakota had his meds ready at the right time and started off toward the place, muttering under his breath.

"It didn't... upset me. It unsettled me. I didn't know what you were talking about." Truth was, he was slowly thinking about getting together with the younger one here. He just had to get past his protective nature to do it, and it wasn't going to be easy at all. Reaching a hand out to him, he patted Dakota's thigh.

Stretching his arms out a minute, he turned, following the highway and looked every which way before switching lanes. It wasn't raining, but he was still a paranoid b*****d about driving on the highway in this van. Not fond memories.

"We're picking up books, 'kota. Don't sweat it so much. There's an instinct in all of us that make us parents. Good or bad depends on the teachings..." At least, that's what he belived. So if they got the books, studied them, and used them like that, then everything would go smoothly.

He took a turn off this interstate and on to the next, biting down on his lip. "..You know.... ....have... you thought of... dating?"

Dion swallowed at that and looked straight out to the street for a while. He said nothing. He was trying to think of something to say that didn't make him sound.. .....needy. Finally, the bassist felt comfortable enough to look over to Dakota and he saw the tears and his chest grew tighter.

Reaching out, he kept an eye on the road while he dried up the tears on the others face. The age difference was a key element in why he didn't want to get involved. He wanted to settle down, and Dakota was just starting out. "Hey.... Hey, what's wrong?" He whispered, pulling off at a rest stop. Now he wouldn't have to worry about other cars.

That was it. Dion was at his breaking point with his over protective side. The need to show Dakota just how he felt was over powering. Yes, they had to get back on the road and soon, to get the kids, but damn it! He unbuckled himself and grabbed 'kota by the shirt and pressed their lips together. His full, slightly chapped lips worked over the smaller one's as his hands came up from that shirt to those cheeks, holding him in the kiss gently.

Dion had two hours to think about what he did. Changed their friendship beyond the point of no return. If things went sour, their friendship went sour. turning off the van once outside the lab, the tall black man sighed again and looked to Dakota. So pale... Still.. He had to wake up. Taking a risk, Dion moved again to press his lips against that vein lined neck. "Wake up.."