7:37 PM, Monday evening, February 16.

As Gavin and Michael sat in the dark living room, watching a random movie that Gavin picked off the shelf. "Hey, Michael?" Gavin asked when there was a boring part in the movie. "Yeah?" Michael looked at him with tired eyes. "When is Lindsey supposed to get home?" Gavin questioned him as he sat up and popped his back. "She was supposed to be home at seven, but I've come home late so I'm going to let it slide, she might be stuck in traffic or something, it's whatever." He shrugged, "Why?" He asked. "Just wondering." Gavin smiled. "Alright…" Michael stood, "Want anything to drink?" Michael said as he walked to the kitchen door. "Surprise me." He groaned.

9:03 PM, Monday evening, February 16.

Gavin yawned and looked at Michael who was staring at the clock. "You okay, Mi-cool?" Gavin asked. "Fine, Just… fucking great." He rolled his eyes. "Michael, there's something bothering you, is it Lindsey?" he asked. "Yeah, she was supposed to be home at seven, it's nine. What the fuck?" He grunted as he sighed. "I should trust her more..." He said. "When are you going to bed?" Michael asked. "I was thinking about it, are you going to sit up and wait for Lindsey?" Gavin replied. "Yeah," Michael nodded. "Alight, night Michael." Gavin stood up. "Night bud, If you need anything, you know where my room is." Michael smiled.

1:56 AM, Tuesday morning, February 17.

Gavin was woken by shouting. He didn't know where it was coming from but it sounded like Michaels raging. He tried going back to sleep but the shouting worried him. Then he heard a female retort. "Lindsey's home," Gavin grunted to his self. "Explain it then! You we're supposed to be home at seven! It's almost two in the morning. TWO." Michael yelled. Gavin groaned and sat up in bed. He rubbed his eyes and stood up.
Once he stood up he stretched and walked out of his room. He stood in the hallway and heard the echoing of the argument. "You're lying to me! Tell me where you've been!" Michael screeched. "Michael, you don't understand." Lindsey said calmly. "Understand? UNDERSTAND? I fucking understand!" The argument went on and on. Gavin got to the end of the hall way and poked his head around the corner to watch the argument.
When he caught the sight of Lindsey sitting on the couch with Michael standing over her, he went into a spiraling memory of the first time him and Dan got into their first fight.

5:53 PM, Thursday afternoon, December 19.

Gavin had just got home from the airport when Dan picked him up. They were happy to see each other and Gavin was overjoyed to be back in Dan's arms. "Glad to see you," Dan spoke softly. "Glad to see you too, let's go home."
They got home, Dan took Gavin's coat and hung it up. It was hot in the house due to the fireplace, but Dan wouldn't take his coat off. "Aren't you hot?" Gavin asked as Dan handed him a cup of coffee. "Nope." Dan smiled a seemingly fake smile. "What's wrong?" Gavin asked. "Nothing, love." He nodded again and retreated back into the kitchen. Gavin shrugged it off and finished off his coffee and newspaper.

10: 36, PM Thursday evening, December 19.

It was time for bed. Gavin, who was already dressed in a white tank top and a pair of dark grey sweatpants walked into the bathroom that Dan was in. Dan was inspecting himself in the mirror. Gavin walked up to him and wrapped his arms around Dan's waist and laid his chin on Dan's shoulder. "Hello," Gavin smiled sweetly. "Um... Hi..." Dan tensed up. "Danny, what is wrong?! You've been tight all day." Gavin said as he turned Dan around. Gavin saw that there was makeup on the counter. "Dan... What is this? It's not our roleplay night." Gavin smiled before he saw that Dan was serious. "Dan?" He said before grabbing a washcloth off of the counter and wetting it. "No, Gavin! Stop!" Dan struggled to swat Gavin away but before Gavin was pushed away Gavin got a hold of Dan's neck and dragged the wet washcloth across it, reviling a faded but clearly visible bruise… "Dan, what is this?" Gavin tried sounding calm but his voice broke and pitched a high note. "It's n-not what you look like, dear!" Dan smiled. Gavin turned and walked out of the bathroom, completely done. "Gavin!" Dan called to him, "Listen!" Gavin turned to Dan and shot daggers into his eyes. "What, you want to explain? You want me to listen? Why should I? All you're going to do is lie again!"
That's when the tabled turned and Gavin became the victim. "I'm a liar? I am a liar?" Dan laughed, "Tell me, Gavin. What do you do with your little RoosterTeeth friends?" Dan roared. "Nothing like that! You're clearly cheating on me, Dan! You have a hickey! It's not from me! I was in America for three weeks. Bruises don't last that bloody long, Dan! Why are you doing this?!" "Because! You're hardly here! Always with your little friends in Texas." "Dan, they're just friends." He thought of Geoff and Michael. "Just… Friends…" Dan huffed. "Can I please know where the hickey came from?" Gavin looked at Dan with tired, sad eyes. "I really don't wanna tell you." Dan shrugged. "Are you at least sor-"

2:01 AM, Thursday morning, February 17.

Gavin was slapped back into reality by Lindsey finely finding her voice and yelling back at Michael. Gavin had been crying through the memory and hadn't noticed he was now sitting on the floor, but still being able to watch the argument that was growing. "You're such a fucking asshole, Michael." "Y'know what, Lindsey? Yeah, I am. Now get the fuck out of my house." He screamed as he marched over to the door and opened it. "Now." He growled. "This isn't the last you'll be seeing of me Michael, I know you'll want me back." Lindsey said he final words before Michael slammed the door.
Gavin was back to his feet and his eyes were still watery and red. "M-M-Mi-cool?" He spoke softly, grabbing the attention of the enraged boy. "Oh m-my God, Gavin." Michael rushed over to Gavin and took him in his arms. "I'm so sorry you had to see that. Gavin are you okay?" He looked at Gavin and ran his hand over Gavin's face. "Gavin, you were crying... Why? Did we scare you?" Michael took a step back. He felt like an absolute dick. "Gavy, I'm really. Really sorry." He tried to comfort the traumatized boy crying in his arms. "Mi-cool..." Is all Gavin could say.
After Michael calmed Gavin down, Gavin finally spoke up. "It reminded me of the first time me and Dan fought. It was about the same thing. I came home from America and he picked me up and we had a jolly time." Gavin whispered "We were getting ready for bed.. Oh.. And Michael?" Gavin looked at Michael with serious eyes. "Dan and I were dating.." Gavin said softly. "If you didn't realize." Gavin's gaze shot to the floor. "So… Y-you're gay?" Michael asked. Gavin didn't reply. Just thought for a moment. "I wouldn't say fully… I've just never found any girl attractive..." Gavin shrugged. Michael smiled. "Well, whatever you are. I'm here for you." Michael smiled. "Thanks, Michael." Gavin frowned for a second. "What's wrong, Gav?" Michael asked. "I… I don't want to sleep alone tonight, and I don't want to make you awkward... I was just wondering… If I could possibly sleep with you tonight… No homo." Gavin smiled.
Michael smirked. "Yeah buddy, let's go."