Cartoonz sighed angrily as he dialed Jonathan's number for the umpteenth time that morning. The first day of the convention was already over, and he had yet to make an appearance, or let alone even come to the hotel that he and the other guys were staying at for the trip. The other guys were worried, hell, Luke was worried. Jonathan was all by himself in this big place, no idea where he was going, and he was heartbroken. All of those things were not a good combination, and he had yet to contact Luke or anybody else since their plane had touched down in Canada.

"Jonathan," Luke spoke into his phone, leaving yet another voicemail. "Where are you? Me and the guys are starting to worry, so please, just call one of us, okay? Just so we know you're okay." He hung up, and walked over to the other guys who were waiting for him in the hotel lobby.

"You get a hold of him?" Moo inquired.

Cartoonz shook his head, "I left him a message... But he won't answer."

"I'm sure he's alright." Lui insisted.

"We'll call him again later." Tyler shrugged and patted Cartoonz on the shoulder before they walked off, going to get some breakfast before the second day of the video game convention began. They had hoped that Jonathan would come with them, but they all knew it was a long shot. Hell, they were surprised that Luke had managed to get him on a plane at all considering how deathly afraid he was of traveling. Deep down, they were all worried about Delirious, especially because he hadn't been in his right mind ever since those things with Evan had happened. So hopefully, just hopefully, he was okay and he was somewhere safe. He was a grown man, he could take care of himself, couldn't he? Well, that's what they had hoped anyway.

Evan eyed the man sleeping on his couch curiously, and his lips pulled into a small smile. Jonathan looked too big for the tiny sofa, his long limbs outstretched and hanging over the ledges. It was still early, and Evan had been watching him sleep for some time now, wondering why he hadn't woken up yet. The older man was simply mesmerizing as he laid there, hair disheveled, and lips slightly parted as he took in shallow breaths. He hadn't hardly stirred, and when he did, it was to roll over or find a new comfortable position.

No doubt that it had been a rough night, not just for Delirious, but for Evan as well. His mind sorted through the events of the previous night, and they seemed dream like, as if they hadn't happened. But they did. Jonathan really did come knocking at his door, drunk and pissed up, and yes, he did punch Evan in the face. That's why he was holding ice on it at this very moment. It was swollen and splotchy and sore, and Jon had a good hit. And yes, Delirious had thrown up on the floor. It was all real, it all happened, and Evan still couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe the man that he was in love with was here right now, sleeping on his couch and probably suffering from a hangover.

Vanoss remembered that after he had finished helping Jonathan get cleaned up, he let him take a shower to try and sober him up a bit. They didn't talk, and if they did, it was merely a handful of words to ask a question, or to gain confirmation. Evan cleaned up the vomit after that, and he wasn't angry at Jonathan either. If anything, he felt guilty, because it was his fault that Jonathan was like this/that. He remembered giving Jonathan some sweatpants and a t-shirt to sleep in so he'd be comfortable, and he remembered leading the older man to the small couch by his hand, and he was asleep moments later. It was late when he finally did go to sleep, and after Evan made sure he was alright, he vacated to his own bedroom to try and get some rest.

And now here they were, the next morning, and Evan's heart was drumming in his chest. He both wanted and didn't want Jonathan to wake up. He was nervous, his palms were sweaty as he sat there watching his ex lover sleep, and his thoughts were racing through his cloudy mind. Would Jon still be mad at him? Would he try to punch him again? Evan didn't know, and he wasn't sure either. All he knew was that he wanted to fix this, wanted to make everything right again, and he knew the only way he'd be able to do that is if he thoroughly talked to Delirious about everything.

Jonathan's head was pounding, and his ears were ringing loudly. His eyes were squinted shut, and he didn't want to open them because he knew the sunlight would betray them, and only make his headache ten times worse. This, the aftermath, was the only bad thing about drinking. He didn't like feeling sick, he didn't like feeling like he had a million bees buzzing around in his head at the moment. And he still felt so tired... What time did he even fall asleep last night? A sigh escaped him, and goddamn his breath still smelled of liquor, but finally, he let his baby blue orbs flutter open, and immediately he froze.

He did not recognize the beige sofa beneath him, did not recognize the curtains hanging in front of the windows, and he damn sure did not recognize the off white walls he just so happened to be staring at. Where the hell was he? Where did he go? What did he do? All the confusion hit him at once, and his stomach did a backflip as he tried to hold in the sickness he felt rising up his esophagus. Delirious pulled himself up so he could sit up on the couch, and his body was stiff, his muscles were sore; another con to getting drunk off your ass. And finally, all his questions were answered with one single voice, "Good morning sleepy head." Evan stood up, walking over to stand in front of Jonathan.

"Evan?" Jon questioned, looking over to the smaller man. The first thing that caught his blue eyes was just how swollen Vanoss' face was. Underneath his eye was splotched with purple and blue, and it was swollen slightly. He remembered getting off the plane with Luke, he remembered being pissed off, and he remembered running away to the bar... But after that, it was all a blur of drunken movements and decisions. Delirious couldn't remember a thing. Had he come to Evan's house? "Did I do that to your face?" He asked, and Evan merely nodded. "Ah, fuck, I'm sorry..." He shook his head, trailing off. He didn't know what to think right now, he was so goddamn confused.

"Do you not remember what happened?" Vanoss asked, raising a thick eyebrow.

Jonathan shook his head, "I don't even remember coming here."

"Holy shit." He trailed off. He had no idea that Delirious had been that drunk.

Jonathan stood up, stretching his sore muscles, and he looked over at Vanoss sheepishly. This moment, the space, the oxygen they shared between them right now felt awkward, and he didn't know what to say, didn't know what to do. How many nights had he imagined what he was going to say in a moment like this, and now he was tongue tied, and couldn't wrack his mind for a word to save his life. He cleared his throat, and rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Um, can I use your bathroom?" He questioned, glancing over at Evan with one eye.

The asian man nodded, "Upstairs." He pointed, and Jonathan was on his way.

Once the older man arrived safely in the bathroom, he shut the door behind him and let out a few deep breaths he didn't know he was holding. "Calm the fuck down Jonathan," He nearly hissed at himself. He knew he had to keep his cool in a situation like this. He knew he had to ignore all the feelings that were coming back to him from just looking at Evan and being in his house. He had to remind himself that Evan did hurt him, Evan made him feel lonely, Evan betrayed him. The butterflies and blushes would have to be put away for another time, at least until he managed to figure all this shit out with Evan. He had to know what he was doing first before anything. Delirious turned in the bathroom, turning on the sink and splashing some cold water on his face to help him wake up, and that's when his phone began ringing in the pocket of the pants that were not his. They were Evan's.

"Well, it's about fucking time you answered the goddamn phone." It was Luke's harsh voice on the other end of the phone. "The boys and I have been trying to call you all night and all morning." He rambled on. "Are you okay?" He questioned, sounding more annoyed than anything.

"I'm fine." Jonathan sighed and rubbed his face. Were those his clothes in the corner of the bathroom? How the fuck did they get there?

"Where are you?" Cartoonz asked, pulling the older man out of his thoughts.

Delirious sighed, "I'm, uh, I'm at Evan's place."

"What the fuck?" Luke retorted. "Are you serious?"

"I must have showed up here drunk or something... I punched him in the face!" He nearly exclaimed.

"Do you want me to come get you?"

"I'll be alright." Jon answered. "I'll call you later, okay? I need to do something about this." He finished his phone call with Luke, and finished flushing his face with water, and then tried to recollect his thoughts and calm himself before he headed back downstairs to face his one true demon. The thing he loved and hated the most right now was down there waiting for him, and he didn't know if was ready to tackle whatever this was. Jonathan took the stairs painfully slow, until Vanoss came into view. He was sitting on the couch, head in his hands, and probably waiting for Jonathan. "What are my clothes doing in the bathroom?" He asked, honestly curious.

Evan couldn't help but to chuckle, "You threw up all over the floor last night, I cleaned you up." He shrugged.

"For fuck's sake, is there anything else I did last night that I should know about?" Jonathan inquired.

"You, uh, said some things..." Evan trailed off.

"Do you just want me to leave?" Jonathan questioned, breaking the silence, as he stood in front of Evan, and the younger man finally looked up at him.

"God, no." He sighed with a shake of his head.

His eyebrows shot up if only slightly on his forehead. "You don't?" Delirious asked, confused. He could immediately feel himself breaking; feel himself weakening at the core already. That was how he knew that he was still head over heels in love with Evan. Even after everything he had put him through, all the pain, all the hurt, all the loneliness... He still yearned for the younger man. Still wanted to hold him, kiss him, touch him, and just be with him. It was both a blessing and a curse, really, because all these confusing thoughts in Jonathan's head would be the death of him one of these days, and he knew it would. He didn't know what to think. "I just... After everything..." He stuttered, unsure of what to say.

"We should talk, don't you think?"

"Yeah."