"I'm really sorry John. This is really despicable situation. I still cannot believe it. I swear I tried my best, but they still keep saying that they are not able to switch the rooms for this night. Awful, I mean, how they treat customers. Trust me. This was really not my intention and I..."

They've just arrived to Spain and everything was in chaos.

Brian stopped dead his monolog when he reached the opened door of the bedroom. On huge double bed, which stood in the middle of the room, laied the object of his apologies. John. And seemed in really good mood, smirking and possessing the most of the bed his boots off and hands under his head. When he saw Brian's confused face he burst into badly hidden laughter.

"Gettin' warmer there, Eppy?" teased him between strokes of laughter. Brian went red like a tomato. "Whass the matter?"  asked John fighting his mirth. "Come 'ere, Bri. Big enough for two I suppose. Slept in smaller in Hom'burg with Paul, you know." John relocated himself to one side of bed and patted the second half by his hand. Brian swallowed.

"Well I can sleep on the floor this night. Get yourself comfort after that flight and.." he said embarrassed.

"Nonsense" brushed it John off. "Why would ya?" he definitely defeated the laughter his diaphragm aching.

"Well, I..." hesitated Brian even redder than before.

"You snore!" apprehended John victoriously. "No you don't." replied himself disappointed. "Ringo snores, I would have known if you too. Where's the problem then?"

"I... Well... You know..." stammered Brian.

"C'mon, you're speaking like Paul in his first interview." teased him John. "Do ya have nightmares? I have them too, don't worry about it. Shouting from sleep? Go on, tell me. I'm dying to know it!" he made the best parody of Paul's doe eyes he was able to which would normally make Brian smile, but this time he was too serious for these things.

"None of these, but I am, well, mentally unstable. Errr..." he murmured his gaze concentrated on something very interesting on his shoe tips. Actually, how John spotted, he looked like a pupil who has broken the window.

"You're epileptic? I thought you were queer." raised John his eyebrows and tried to stay serious and innocent, but the sparkles in his eyes betrayed him.

"Hey, that is not funny, Lennon!" defended Brian.

"I am scared that my opinion is different." imitated John Brain's posh accent really realistically, which made made both of them laugh.

"Well, now seriously," proclaimed John, "why should you sleep on the floor? Do I snore or what?"

"No, of course not." rolled Brian his eyes. "I just meant that you would not feel comfortable with someone mentally ill sleeping next to you in one bed." Epstein went red again and seemed to find another interesting spot on his shoes.

"Mentally ill?" wondered John. "Stop it, Eppy, you're just queer. I have no problem with it." Lennon smiled cheerfully.

"I thought you might be scared that I... You know, everybody is..." Brian stared at John desperately like at his last saviour.

"They're stupid. I know you. And I trust you, OK?" assured him John calmly.

"Thank you, I do not know what to say, I am really gratefu..."

"Are ya gonna lie here 'till the world ends, Bri, or you are gonna to stand there? I'm really tired. Hate flying ya know. I'm always sick in the plane."