Ryan held Bam close, as the young skater cried into his neck and shoulder, drenching his black t-shirt. Ry couldn't help but smile, just a little. Bam was always HIS rock, HIS shoulder, and it was odd, this role reversal.

"Why the fuck would they do that to me?" Bam mumbled in between sobs.

"Maybe because you deserved it. You do stupid shit to them all the time! If you ask me, it was about time they got your adorable, skinny ass back." Ryan smirked, rubbing Bam's back.

"But why that fucking snake! That thing was fucking huge and scary and it tried to KILL me! Motherfuckers."

Ryan snickered and muttered 'Snakes on a mutha-fuckin' plane' under his breath. He shook his head slowly. How could a man who sped up and down vert ramps and sat in shopping carts that shot him head first onto the pavement in supermarket parking lots for a living, be afraid of a little - or not so little - reptile? Ryan tilted Bam's chin up and gave him a peck on the nose.

"Look at it this way, Bammie. Now you can give your old pal MTV a call and make a few million bucks. I think you need to do another special...Bam's Revenge, we'll call it."

Bam looked up into Ryan's eyes, and that ever familiar shit-eating grin spread from ear to ear.

"I love you, Dunn."

"Yeah. I know."