Brendon had spent most of his morning scrolling back through the new messages sent to their collective group chat, noting it was mostly Holden and Gabe, with Mitch just using shady emojis and Dallon occasionally checking in, almost concerned from the tone of his texts. Gabe was the most persistent- demanding Ryan’s audience, promising evisceration if Ryan didn’t a) explain himself and b) ‘get back to his awesome party right this second’. Then there was a brief pause after Holden sent a ‘Gabe, come find me’, and a few minutes later Gabe was back and text-yelling in all caps about Ryan being ‘nasty’ and ‘a modern-day judas’. So maybe they were a little melodramatic, but Brendon knew from Holden’s passive shrugging emoji that Ryan had probably told Holden his plan before he left and this information was new to Gabe. Even dallon, usually very patient and used to Ryan and Brendon’s ‘escapades’, was somewhat taken aback by the lengths Ryan went to just to get back to his boyfriend a day earlier.

He desperately wanted to read some of the colourful messages Gabe had sent out to Ryan, but even he figured that was overkill and just glanced mournfully at his phone on his own dresser, wondering when was appropriate to ruin Ryan’s day even more. He wondered if he regretted coming home early- 2am early. Shelving the question, he continued being a nuisance, evidently not put off by any of Ryan’s insults. [i]Go fuck yourself.[/i] Unphased, Brendon blinked, still stripping him of as many blankets as possible. [b]”What do you think I’ve been doing for the past few days?”[/b] He said, arching his eyebrows and nudging Ryan hard in the side to make sure he was paying attention. [b]”There’s a nice image for you.”[/b] Even more provoked, Brendon soon ended up sitting literally on top of him, unimpressed but amused with Ryan’s misery. 

[i]Wow, very original, an emo joke.[/i] [b]”I’m a genius.”[/b] He offered, tilting his head decidedly. [i]It’s too ear-[/i] [b]”Fuck off, its past eleven,”[/b] Brendon butted in immediately just as Ryan clumsily found and checked his phone, presumably figuring out that it wasn’t as early as he thought it was. [i]Well.[/i] The mortification Ryan felt was obvious; though he was the one who usually demanded cuddling, he was also usually up first in the morning, sometimes hours before Brendon. Being overprepared for the day was kind of his thing, and Brendon had taken his crown, for once. [b]”Slacking.”[/b] Was all he said, right after barely kissing his cheekbone. Ryan apparently didn’t appreciate this gesture as much as Brendon expected, because moments later, more insults, and Brendon had to try to give back. Unfortunately, he wasn’t very self-aware sometimes.

[i]Suck my dick.[/i] Brendon’s eyebrows rose, a light appearing in his eyes that was clearly scheming. [b]”I mean...”[/b] He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek for a few moments, seeking eye contact with his long-suffering boyfriend, before collapsing into laughter, running a hand through his hair, flushed now. [b]”God, you’re so easy to make fun of.”[/b] So maybe he jinxed himself a little bit, because Ryan’s next retort was inspired. [i]You’ve never had a responsible drink in your life, Blake.[/i] Wow. Affronted, Brendon fast moved away, almost grimacing but not quite that upset. It wasn’t like he could argue that, but still, it sort of stinged. He wasn’t quite at the stage yet where he could joke about it that liberally, but he just rolled his eyes, playing it off pretty well. [b]”Whatever. I’m not the hungover one.”[/b]

He was back at the mission of irritating Ryan to death almost immediately, something he had a natural talent for, apparently. It was strange- Brendon had a personality that was automatically kind of childish and immature, and Ryan was definitely opposed to that kind of humour. He tolerated it, kind of- he had to. [i]Yeah, which you won’t be participating in, like, ever again. Fucker. [/i] [b]”Your loss, not mine,”[/b] Brendon scoffed, looking at Ryan distastefully, but then cheering up, cracking a self-satisfied smile. [b]”Besides, I’m good with watching.”[/b] he wondered how far he could push this before Ryan actually rose up and throttled him to death. Somehow, he felt like he was nearing the line, and even shifted back warily, afraid that Ryan (Sure, hungover, but still naturally stronger than Brendon) would snap.

[i]Gabriel Carrasco’s.[/i] Instinctively when Gabe was mentioned, Brendon looked towards his phone, trying not to laugh. [b]”Gabe’s an [i]angel[/i], dickhead, and they aren’t very happy with you. Have fun getting grilled later.”[/b] Unfortunately, Ryan wasn’t in a very conversational mood, apparently, so all he got from that was some toast thrown at him and then a butter stain and breadcrumbs on [i]his[/i] side of the bed. [i]You get it, asswipe. I’m dying.[/i] He glared from the bread that he had picked up and moved back to Ryan, grimacing. [b]”Then perish, motherfucker. Ruined my fucking bed.”[/b] [i]You're goddamn right you are! Payback for not caring for your ailing boyfriend. Look at me. I'm close to death, Bren.[/i] With the least sympathy ever, Brendon surveyed Ryan, still fully unprepared to assist at all. [b]”Die, then,”[/b] He said flatly, finally turning and standing up, from his own side this time.

[i]...my bad.[/i] Damn right. [i]I’ll trade my side of the bed for a glass of water.[/i] Turning around, Brendon considered the exchange, weighing up his options. He could agree, earning him a non-breadcrumbed side to the bed, but also he’d have given in- or he could disagree, keeping his dignity but not a comfortable place to sleep. Though he usually would have prized dignity, he dreaded the prospect of arguing with a very easily irritated Ryan more, and just rolled his eyes before turning around, though by the time he was out of the door, he was smiling faintly. Thirty seconds later he was back, moving around to Ryan’s side with both some aspirin and a glass of water. [b]”Don’t you ever call me a bad boyfriend.”[/b]