Bryce hadn't been expecting this today. He woke up frustrated and grumpy, and then ended up having a mental breakdown over a gosh darn news report.

And now, here he is, sniffling into Ryan's shirt like a child. Ryan's hand is running through his hair as he cuddles Bryce like he's some child. It was the same way Luke or Jonathan would hold him, minus all the little reassuring whispers they would always give.

It wasn't his fault for breaking down. It really wasn't. Bryce was sad and tired and kinda stressed.

He couldn't go back home. Even if he could, he didn't want to go back home. They would treat him the same way they treated Luke, he was sure of it. Would that mean Bryce would end up like Luke has? He sure hoped not.

Bryce sniffles again, and finally picks his head up to look at Ryan wearily. “I think I'm just sleep deprived,” he says, laughing the best he could in an attempt to lighten up the mood. “I get all panicky like this sometimes… Sorry.”

There was a moment after this during which neither of them made a move. Ryan is silent, and Bryce begins to worry that he's done something wrong.

But then Ryan pulls Bryce closer, and suddenly they're kissing. Bryce feels himself tense up for a second at the sudden contact, but he quickly relaxes as Ryan wraps his arms around him.

And then, suddenly… they're pretty much making out on a couch that isn't even theirs. Ryan nips lightly at his lip, making Bryce gasp softly. A hand pulls at his hair and Bryce whines softly and grabs hold of Ryan's shirt.

He enjoys the kiss. There's no way for Bryce to deny this. But at the same time… it was all so sudden.

Suddenly Ryan's hands are sliding down his sides, and his lips have moved to Bryce's neck. Bryce gasps loudly, having to hold back a moan as Ryan begins to work on making a hickey, sucking and biting lightly at Bryce's skin.

“Ryan,” Bryce chokes out, pressing his hands against his chest. “Ryan, Ry- Ryan, no…”

Ryan, thankfully, pulls away, panting lightly as he stares into Bryce's eyes. Then, as if he had been in a trance, his eyes suddenly widen and his face grows impossibly red.

“Fuck- I just- Bryce- Bryce, I'm so sorry,” Ryan stutters out. “Bryce… I just… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- I mean, um, I'm sorry if that was too much…”

Bryce doesn't quite know what to say. He hesitates before speaking. “It's okay. It is, it is. I just.. I don't think now is the time for this kinda thing,” he says softly. “I mean, don't we have other things to worry about right now.”

Ryan seems embarrassed as he nods, face still flushed. “Y-yeah. Later. We can make out later.”

Bryce can tell by the tone of Ryan's voice that he's starting to regret the kiss. He thinks he did something wrong, Ryan thinks he messed up.

That's not true at all, though, so Bryce smiles and pats Ryan's hair down gently. “Yeah. We'll make out later. We have other stuff to figure out right now.”

It's not a lie. Bryce didn't not like the kiss, he just didn't feel like it was the right time for one. Bryce didn't know if he felt uneasy because of the poor timing or the actual kiss itself. Regardless, he brushes off the uneasiness and uses his other hand to readjust Ryan's clothing that had gotten all messed up from the kiss.

Ryan seems comforted by this, and smiles shyly. Bryce smiles back, then kisses his nose.

After that, he gets up and makes his way to the bedroom to find his shoes. As he walks in, he is surprised to see his phone vibrating on the bed, screen lit up brightly.

He lifts up his phone, surprised at what he sees. It's a text from Jonathan, a picture actually.

The picture is of him and some other guy, the two of them posing with a random dog wearing a teddy bear collar.

Delirious: Meet Teddy Jr! Me and Marcel found him on the road, he's real sweet and likes beef jerky. You haven't met Marcel yet but he's super nice and he's also gonna be our best friend, okay Bryce?? You be careful with Oh m and make sure he doesn't touch your butt okay??!? We're gonna come up to wherever you guys are and give you hugs and kisses!!

Bryce giggles softly at the text, and decides to go show it to Ryan. He would probably appreciate the picture. And then he could ask what it was Ryan had been holding in his hand before this whole mess began.