Of course Ryan had his own doubts at times. Neither of them were perfect, and his relationship track record was even less. He'd made so many mistakes before that seemed good in the beginning, more than good, even, and what set this one apart from that? He and Brendon had barely any issues, and if they did it usually stemmed from too much time stuffed together in tight spaces afforded to them on tour. Disagreements came around from different lyrical directions or extended periods of time without sleep, and then both of them would realize it was about time they force themselves to go to bed, and in the morning all was well. And of course there was the rare occasion where they'd [i]actually[/i] be annoyed by each other. Since they were young and dumb they didn't usually talk it out, unfortunately, but the annoyance would pass anyway, apologies coming through with kisses and a fulfilling of whatever each other's coffee order was. They were pretty easygoing that way.

None of that was enough to warrant a lot of doubt for him, though - it was mostly the part where this was his first relationship [i]not[/i] with a girl, and what if he was just idealizing it because of that, what if there was something better that he wasn't realizing, so on. Regardless, any picture that came to his head about a future involving Brendon wasn't bad. Actually, far from it; it was all perfect. He'd owe that fact to Brendon just being new to him, of course he'd idealize things, but then months passed and he still felt the same, and a year passed and he felt even better about them. It wasn't often he had confidence in much of anything, but with them it was hard for him not to. He was human and got curious of [i]what else[/i] sometimes, but the curiosity was short-lived - he generally concluded that whatever else there was couldn't be Brendon.

So of course he jumped at an invitation to see him again, taking no time at all to get to his place. Worryingly, he basically [i]broke in[/i] with ease. Concerning, to say the least. [i]Excellent observation.[/i] Yeah, well. It wasn't a good thing. Evidently it was intentional, though, so he let it slide. Brendon was quiet apart from an extended sigh, the reason for which was unclear, and Ryan figured he'd probably just woken up from a long ass nap, too. Actually, Spencer and Jon were probably doing the exact same, or waiting until later to pass out. He studied Brendon fondly for a moment, registering that he'd actually [i]missed[/i] him in the mere hours they'd been apart, and then Brendon gently held onto his arms, leaning in to kiss again. Yeah, Ryan definitely missed this.

Unexpectedly, but certainly welcome, Brendon stepped in to close the tiny distance left between them, arms hung over his shoulders and face buried close to his pulse. Ryan was a little concerned; first he'd been quiet, and now this was a lot more serious and calm than he'd usually be, but Ryan brushed it off in favor of wrapping his arms around Brendon's middle, pulling him close. He kissed the side of his head, grinning in amusement at how it distinctly looked like he was hiding in the crook of his shoulder, and let them sway a little, raising one hand to cradle the back of his head. [i]Waiting for you.[/i] He was slightly muffled against fabric, but warm, and Ryan smoothed his hand over his back reassuringly. [i]How about you?[/i] [b]"Well,"[/b] Ryan breathed thoughtfully, [b]"I just slept all day, so not much. And then I raced other cars to get to you."[/b] He laughed softly, gaze turning to the opposite wall rather than at Brendon's hair, all that was visible of him.

He kept them guided in the same tiny undulation, a natural continuation of the gentle tone Brendon had introduced. In fact, it sort of reminded Ryan of plans he'd been trying to finish for a while. [b]"You know,"[/b] he said after a pause, fingers carding through Brendon's hair slowly, [b]"We wouldn't even have to meet up if we lived in the same place. And you [i]definitely[/i] have a better apartment, so my vote's on that."[/b] A touch of laughter was on his voice at that last part, barely nervous making the suggestion since they'd practically lived together through the entire tour anyway. [b]"Although I'm a notorious blanket thief, so I'd bring my own, promise."[/b]