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Ryan rushes into the bedroom, nearly tripping over his feet as he runs up to Bryce. “Bryce? Bryce! Bryce, dammit, wake up you shit!”

He frantically shakes Bryce's shoulder, calling out to him as loud as he could manage at six am. “Bryce, you sleepy fuck, get up!”

This time, Bryce stirs slightly and groans loudly. “Nooo…. Not right now,” he whines, pulling the covers back over his head.

Ryan responds by yanking the blanket off of him harshly. “Bryce, get the fuck up, it's important!”

“The sun's not up yet, though,” comes the annoyed whine. “What's so important during sleeping time?”

“Brock's gone,” Ryan says. “He's fucking gone, Bryce, he left us and I swear to god he's in on some of this shit.”

Bryce seems to take a moment to process all of this, for it takes him a good minute to respond. “What? He's…. he's gone?”

“Yes, Bryce, you dumbass! He's gone, like he purposely left us!”

Bryce is now wide awake, scrambling to his feet as Ryan pulls him into the living room to see what Ryan had found earlier- a small briefcase sitting on the coffee table, and a note on top of it.

“He left this for us? But why though?” Bryce wanders over to it, sitting besides Ryan on the couch.

Ryan is about to comment on Bryce's questions, but is distracted by Bryce's choice of attire. He snickers softly, then pulls at the big, soft sweater Bryce had worn to bed. “A kitty sweater, really? No wonder Brock left us.”

“Oh, so you can sleep shirtless but my sweater is the stupid idea? Shut the heck up and open the freaking briefcase, Ohm. This isn't the time to be funny!” Bryce gives him a stern look and points to the briefcase.

Ryan rolls his eyes and carefully pops it open, surprised to see a variety of things. In the case are some keys, a small wad of cash, and a few important looking papers. And at the very bottom was….

“A gun? Why would we need a gun?” Bryce tenses up besides Ryan, moving away from the gun as if it would hurt him. “What's that supposed to mean?”

Ryan laughs nervously as he puts the gun aside, going through the papers. Just random legal documents, Brock's driver's license, and some ammo for said gun. “What does the note say?” Ryan looks over at Bryce curiously.

Bryce picks the note up and begins to read. “Dear Bryce and Ryan, I'm sorry I had to leave so suddenly. Something came up with some friends, and they need me really badly. I'm sorry that I can't tell you guys any more than this, because you two are in enough danger as is. There's money in the case, along with some papers I need you guys to destroy. Don't ask why, please don't question the things you see. I promise that this was never my intention, and I also want you guys to know that the apartment is paid off for the next month and a half, in case you guys need a place to stay.”

Ryan raises an eyebrow. “That's it? No explanation, just the whole ‘don't worry about it’ thing? Seriously?”

Bryce shrugs, flipping the note around to check the back. “Apparently, yeah.”

Ryan huffs angrily, then looks up at Bryce. “You're not mad about this, Bryce? He just fucking ditched with no context or warning and you're totally okay with it?”

“Hah! Of course not,” Bryce laughs, cackling like some madman. “I'm just too tired to care, don't you know?”

Bryce then walks back to the bedroom, smiling so big and brightly that Ryan's convinced Bryce's lost his sanity somewhere in the last few minutes.

“Okay then,” he mumbles to himself. “We'll continue this in a few hours.”