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"James!" Michael ran up to where his friend was standing under a tree gazing at the waterfall.

"What?" he turned around, smiling yet unsure.

"I made my choice," Michael paused to catching his breath.

"So Tom then? Or....?"

"Tom," Michael nodded. "He found a baby and we're going to raise her together. I wish you could see her."

James made a noncommital noise and shrugged, silent for several minutes before he looked the other Australian directly in the eyes and said, "I'm happy for you, Michael. You know that, but are you sure you made the right choice?"

"Pete doesn't want anything to do with me anymore and the other Tom doesn't need me. Tom loves me." Michael frowned as he worked through his thought process aloud.

"I'm not so sure about that," James answered back cryptically and turned back towards the water.

"What do you mean?" Michael frowned.

"You know," James shrugged.

"No, I don't."

"Have you talked to Pete or that German kid? How do you know they don't need you anymore?" James caught the motion of a bird out of the corner of his eye and watched the animal fly away.

"I just..."

"You don't. And how do you know Tom loves you?" James wasn't trying to be mean.

"He just does," Michael shrugged.

"Does he tell you?"

"Yes." Michael's frown deepened. He didn't like where this was going.

"Do you have to tell him first or does he just tell you on his own? What about that thing where he tried to kill himself?"

Michael didn't ask how James knew that because this was a dream so the normal rules of logic didn't apply. "He's not going to do that again."

"So he never tells you he loves you on his own?"

Michael closed his eyes to think about it, "James?"

"Yeah?" James actually looked at his friend again.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Michael sounded distressed.

"Just saving you from heartbreak. You never were the brains of any operation." James smiled weakly and looked back at the waterfall. "Pretty nice here..."