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Neither of them had ever tried to put a name to it. It is what it is and trying to define it wouldn't change that. They weren't sure they *could* define it even if they wanted to. The relationship they had was so rare, so precious that it defied definition. It was a bond forged in the beginning between two lonely, homesick Texas boys who were feeling, for the first time, the weight of carrying a show on their own terrified shoulders. It was more than friendship, more than love, more than sex, more than brothers. They both thanked the good Lord every day that they had each found loving, compassionate women who understood that it is possible to love more than one person with your whole heart. Oddly enough, it made the girls happy to see the bond between them. They knew that the boys would still have one another when they had to be away from their families and that reassured them when it came time to say goodbye for the long months of filming in Vancouver. Through the years, they had learned to communicate through touch when words wouldn't come. A sort of shorthand that only they shared and understood. A hand on a shoulder that said "It's ok, I'm here. Just breathe." A hug that said "I love you and I'll always be here for you. You can make it through this." A smile that said "I'm so proud of you!" And joining hands that said "This is awesome and I'm so glad we're here together," and "Yeah, me too."