As the final notes of "Creep" fade, the air in the room grows thick with tension. Guitarist Jonny Greenwood, his eyes locked onto Thom's, slowly sets his instrument aside. He steps closer, his hand reaching out to touch Thom's cheek, tracing the line of his jaw. Thom leans into the touch, his breath hitching as Jonny's thumb brushes his bottom lip. The room is silent except for the soft hum of the amp and the distant murmur of the crowd outside. The band watches, their eyes wide with anticipation, as Jonny leans in, his lips meeting Thom's in a deep, hungry kiss.