i liked your esports love story. can you write another one except this time about two dudes?

My name is PPD and I'm in bed in a dark hotel room in Frankfurt. EG finished fifth, four places behind the champions Digital Chaos. Digital Chaos, who sunsfanned their way into the major due to another team's visa issues. The other bed in this room is occupied by Artour. He hasn't fallen asleep yet either. "It's kind of sad what passes for good Dota these days," he says. "DC got fucking lucky with the patch and the finals." "Don't be an asshole. They all played good and deserve it. Aui drafted well."

Artour's quiet for a while, but I can hear him breathing. "Would that make you happy, Peter?" he says. "Being teammates with Aui again?" "Don't call me Peter, you're not my dad." "No, tell me, PETER. Would you actually be able to support me if I was A-U-I with his glasses, multiculturalism and conservative farming patterns?" "I said don't call me that." Artour is sitting up now. "You wish I was him. Admit it." I'm done with this, so I turn away and leave Artour sitting there, baby raging. There was a time when we promised we'd never go to bed angry. There was a time in Frankfurt years ago when we were down 0-22 to IG in the finals and I looked at Artour and we both laughed, nodded, and said to each other: "TI is ours, brother." That was the time of Mason, of 4-position Zai, when Artour and I fought together and bled together and the blood was blue. If I listen closely, I can hear laughter, and somewhere in the city Kurtis is awake too, out celebrating DC's win. Bulba probably is on his third stripper and TC is drinking himself into the abyss of happiness. I imagine what it'd be like to celebrate there with Aui, just like in Seattle, just the two of us. Maybe we're laning together. Maybe we're sharing tangoes. "Are you thinking about him right now?" says Artour, facing the wall, reading my mind. I don't answer. I'm alone and Artour's alone too, laying on a tiny German bed just a few feet away. We've never been further apart. Just two sad boys in a dark hotel room.