Kyle sighed as he began cleaning around the once familiar and beautiful room. It was familiar because he spent more time in it then his own room and beautiful because it was apart of Oliver. He hated this time of the month when Layla, Christian and he would visit the apartment and clean around a bit to keep it from turning into a foster care for spiders and filth. It had been seven months since Oliver had disappeared. There had been a shooting and Oliver, being the hero that he was, went after the guy. He had pushed his three friends under a table, ordering them to stay put until it was safe. Layla had stayed where she was. She manly wanting to give Oliver the security that the three people that he loved where safe. Kyle had screamed at Oliver, begging him to stay with him. Christian, despite feeling the exact same way, took one look at Oliver and knew as much as he wanted to go after him; he had to take care of Kyle for him. Oliver would never forgive himself if something happened to Kyle. That was the last time they saw Oliver.
They had kept the apartment because nether of them could ever imagine giving up their last link to Oliver. Layla and Christian had moved out though, the memories where to painful and sad. They had moved to a small but nice apartment not far from the hotel Kyle lived at. Another reason Layla and Christian kept the apartment was because they knew if they even tried to sell it, Kyle would buy it. They knew he still had hope that Oliver was alive and was trying to get back to them. They also knew he didn't have the money to buy it so they kept the apartment to stay close to Fish and to save their grieving friend from going into dept. Kyle wasn't stupid, he knew they had manly kept the apartment for him. He was grateful but he also demanded to help pay for it. They agreed and once every month they went and cleaned up the apartment, often leaving crying.
Christian and Oliver had grown a very strong relationship after he told the truth and left Layla. They had gotten close enough for Christian to say he felt a brotherly love for Fish. He even started calling him his baby bro around Layla and Kyle.
They told each other everything. They bonded over sports, food, their jobs, hopes and dreams, and their significant others. Oliver, despite being awkward, shy, and oblivious in his own relationships, was extremely good at helping Christian with his. In return Christian helped him with Kyle. It didn't take long for Layla and Kyle to figure out that their boyfriends where working and scheming behind their backs. They then formed their own alliance against their boys. That's what sold it for Christian. He officially adopted Kyle as his little brother-in-law. The four of them had formed a mini family and even though Kyle didn't have the same living together, roommate relationship as the others had with each other, he didn't miss a thing. Christian and Oliver, after a little over a year and a half of being each others family and home, had finally gotten on the subject of marriage. Oliver had admitted he wanted to marry his Kyle. Christian said he had been thinking that if (when) the four of them got married to their respectable others that they should move into gather into a two bedroom apartment. They never got a chance to bring it up to Layla and Kyle.
So here he was going through his lovers things. Dusting shelves and picking up the occasional stray shirt. He sighed, no matter how many times they did this it never got easier. Turning Kyle left the room and followed Layla and Christian got the door. He was losing his last little bit of hope that he would get his Oliver back.