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The band were enjoying a much needed rest day on tour.
Andy and Mike had eventually got up and headed out to explore Paris; Johnny wanted to do the same, but with his boyfriend, who was nowhere to be found.
Dressed comfortably in his favourite jumper, he smoked out on the hotel balcony overlooking the expanse of Paris' sprawl. Spires and squares danced in the light and he exhaled at the beauty of it all. At the foot of the hotel was a tree-lined avenue leading to a more commercial area, and there was a small lawn outlining the hotel itself. From as high as the band's floor was, Johnny could make out a figure all but rolling around on the grass; the figure definitely resembled Morrissey.
Johnny smirked and stubbed out his cigarette, heading for the lifts. Once he was strolling out of the lobby, he heard Morrissey whine exasperatedly.
'Moz, what's the matter?'
Moz giggled and sat up in a huff.
From this distance, Johnny could see the issue; a group of three tiny birds helplessly tweeting in a pile, a few metres from where a pile of sticks vaguely resembled a fallen nest.
'What exactly are you trying to achieve?' Johnny smirked, kneeling down behind his boyfriend to observe the scene.
'I don't know what to do! My hands aren't big enough - where will I take them? Johnny, what is to be done?' Moz laugh-sobbed.
Johnny couldn't help himself; he blushed at the adorable hilarity of the scene and Moz's distress. Kissing the singer on his cheek, Johnny hatched a plan.
'This sweater is over-sized. I can hold it out at the bottom, see,' Johnny demonstrated, 'like a hammock, and carry them... We'll take the lift, and I have a spare storage box somewhere... Then we'll hit the town and find some bird feed and breakfast for ourselves, yeah?'
Morrissey scoffed disapprovingly. 'But they can't live in a plastic box, Johnny, we have to put a nest in it. And I don't want bird feed for breakfast,'
'Okay, you bring the remnants of the nest. But you can't go round rescuing every small bird, Moz,'
Moz stood, arms crossed, pouting. 'I absolutely can,' he argued.
The pair did as they'd planned, Morrissey making slow work of it as he gazed with distracted concern at the baby birds. Johnny tried to make them comfortable, and their high-pitched tweeting was a cacophony. Once they'd gathered all they could, they made eye-contact, which caused both to dissolve into fits of giggles.
'Can we name them?' Moz asked excitedly as they entered the lift.
'Moz, they're not ours to name. We don't know whether or not their parents will find them up here, on the balcony, but regardless, they'll fledge soon if this goes okay,'
'Oh,' Moz looked disappointed, but Johnny knew his interest in the birds' well-being would come first. He still, then, proceeded to make cooing noises at Johnny's sweater-hammock.
They began the process of reconstructing the nest, with Moz adding one of his scarves into the mix and Johnny placing bottle tops of water into the bottom of the box. The tweeting had calmed down a bit, and Johnny and Morrissey placed the box securely on the wide balcony railing, proud of the achievement.
'Can we go and get breakfast now?' Johhny asked, clasping the other's hand.
'That would be awfully irresponsible parenting,'
'Morrissey, for the last time - '
Moz quietened him with a kiss, turning to face Johnny fully, letting the Paris sun soak their contact. 'Okay,' he whispered as they encircled one another in their arms.