In tried and true Holly writing fashion, I was working on something totally different when this came to me, so naturally I dropped that to work on it instead. It's contains angst, mild language, and a very contrived plot-device.
Summary: They'd lived with the unspoken, unacknowledged secret for decades, and somehow they thought it would be okay. Yet the truth turned inwards, suppressed, becomes a seeping, aching poison, and eventually what brought them together was what forced them apart. But their friends can only watch this slow slide into failure for so long. Somebody ought to do something...
In two posts, because LJ is picky about the length, it seems..
( Do you know what joy is? Man. I'd never seen such fucking joy. )