"Brock, you need to get out of the house, come see me in LA." Evan pleaded over the phone as he listened to the sounds of the older man's hesitant breaths on the other line. "Don't make me beg, you're long overdue for a visit." His voice was kind, and yet it was deceptive because this was the first step in the big plan. It wasn't hard to get Brian to agree, as they had already taken care of that, but they knew Brock was going to be the difficult one. But Vanoss and the others did have a back up plan. If they couldn't get Brock to LA, then they'd just have to bring Brian to Utah. He hoped that would be a last resort though; that was the more inconvenient plan. "Mini's coming, Lui, Nogla... Come on, they all miss you." Evan said once more.

Brock sighed and closed his eyes. LA, the place that brought him so much joy and so much pain in a single short amount of time. Did he want to return to that place? The place where he had gotten his heart broken so many times? Brian crossed his mind and his chest heaved in slowly. It was a pain that he'd become accustomed to recently; a pain that had woken him many times during the middle of the night. "I don't know Evan..." He trailed off. Albeit it had been four months, he didn't know if he was ready to rip open fresh wounds once again. "...Brian's there-" And what if he did see Brian? But he was cut off before he could continue.

"Forget about Brian! I already bought your ticket so you need to come and see me and the others. Tom misses you too." Vanoss interrupted.

"Are you sure?" Brock questioned. It would be nice to get out of the house for a few days.

Evan grinned, knowing that the plan was rolling into effect. "I'm positive. Your flight leaves tomorrow and I'll be there to pick you up at the airport."

The older man rolled his eyes, knowing that the asian had something up his sleeve. He just couldn't quite figure it out yet. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then... Uh, I gotta go pack, bye." He bid his friend a quick farewell before hanging up his phone and slipping it back into his pocket. Brock knew he needed to prepare himself for this trip, both mentally and emotionally. He was hoping though that he would have some fun while he was there in California, even if it was for just a day or two.

As soon as Vanoss got off the phone with Moo, he called Craig. "Brock agreed, the plan stays in effect." After that, much careful concentration was considered as the rest of the boys helped Evan prep for the rest of the plan. Getting Brian and Brock in the same place was just the first part of all. The next part? Creating an atmosphere where the two would be comfortable enough to work things out, that is, assuming everything goes well when they see each other for the first time in months. Because of the circumstances of the situation and the plan, Evan's apartment had to be the place where everything went down. He didn't mind though, and he had faith that everything would work out. He knew his friends and he knew them well.

When the next day finally arrived, and the time came, Marcel, Lui, Delirious, and the others put the finishing touches on what they were calling the blind date set up at Evan's apartment. "Alright," Mini interrupted the silence between the group of friends. "Evan's going to pick up Brock from the airport, and I'm going to get Brian at his apartment. You all need to get the fuck out of here, that way Brian will believe that I have to come get you, and that Evan is already on his way with not Brock." He laughed after explaining the plan, after all, it was kind of crazy. "Brian will be the only one here when Brock arrives, and viola." Mini gestured with his hands and the others stared at him.

"And you're sure this is going to actually work?" Daithi questioned. "It seems a bit iffy."

"Positive." Vanoss said with a sharp nod, "So let's get to work." That was when everything began. Mini and Evan left to go to their designated destinations, and the others were heading to a hotel that was chosen for the night, with their fingers crossed that everything would fall into place. After all, they wanted their friends to be happy once again. It was hell seeing them go through all of this nonsense.

After his drive, when Evan got to the airport, he was surprisingly nervous. What if Brock saw through his façade? He tried not to think negatively. Everything had to work. And from there, he waited. He waited and waited for a confirmation text from his friend that was flying into LA. Finally, his phone buzzed, indicating that it was go time. Once he answered Brock, he texted Craig to let him know that the older man was ultimately here. "Hey!" Brock said once he spotted Evan. His appearance looked better, and Vanoss was thankful that the man wasn't in as bad shape as they all thought. He was pulling himself together and that was a wonderful thing. Hell, they'd have a hard time throwing him in front of Brian if he looked a hot mess.

Meanwhile, Mini already had Brian in his car and they were driving back to Vanoss' place. "I'm glad you all decided to do this," Brian said, staring out the passenger window of the car. The sun was hanging low in the deep blue sky, and it reflected in his eyes. "It's been awhile since we've all met up in person." The last time they did it, was at Brian's move in party, and well, that was when he and Brock were happy together. It hurt when he thought about that, so he looked to Mini for a response to what he was saying.

"Well, it was all Evan's idea." Craig replied with a glint in his eye. Brian had no idea as to what was going on, and Mini was thankful for that. Nevertheless, they finally arrived in front of Vanoss' apartment complex, and the brit stopped the car. "I have to drop you off so I can go get the others, Evan went to go pick up Delirious, but he should be back by now." He spoke to the Irishman carefully, as to not spoil anything.

Brian nodded obliviously, before getting his things and stepping out of the car. "Thanks for the ride then, I'll see you in a bit." He bid goodbye and watched Craig drive off before heading up the stairs to the apartment. It had been so long since he'd been to Evan's place, but everything looked exactly the same. But the apartment was void of people, and Brian learned quickly that Evan hadn't arrived yet. He put his things down in the living room on the couch before exploring the rest of the space. What he stumbled on upon the kitchen however, had him for lack of words. The table was set up with candles and dishes, flowers, the lights low... And...? Dinner? Was Evan going on a date? The Irishman was more confused than he had been for a long time.

Outside though, Vanoss pulled up to the apartment complex to let Brock out. "I have to go pick up Delirious, but the others are inside."

"Thanks for this, Evan, really." Brock said as he got out of the car.

"No problem!" The asian replied before driving off.

Brock looked at him strangely before making the trip to the door of his apartment. It was evening time now, and he was excited to see the others. With his bag in hand, he opened the entrance and made his way inside. Surprisingly, the home was quiet, eerily quiet. "Hello?" Brock called out, expecting to get a response but he got none. However, the smell of food caught him off guard. They must be in the kitchen... The older man headed that way. "Marcel? Craig...? Lui?" He said, wondering just what in the hell was going on. He let his feet carry him forward and when he did get to the kitchen, it felt like his heart stopped completely in his chest. And then? Butterflies attacked him like a frenzy. "Brian?" His voice was gentle, his lilt kind.

The younger man was inspecting the food, keeping his eyes busy, still ever confused. But when he heard that voice; Brock's voice, he froze as the wheels in his head turned and everything suddenly made sense. This was a set up, and he thought he was dreaming and he was oh so afraid to look up at the man he was deeply in love with in fear that he might just disappear. Anxiety filled his bones, but he took a chance, and raised his head. Crystal blue met the soft brown that he had missed dearly, and a lump surfaced in his throat. It was Brock, it was his Brocky and he didn't know what to do. His hands were shaking, his eyes were watering, and he was scared. The last time he saw Brock, the older man had yelled at him, and they were not exactly on good terms. But he loved him, oh fucking god he loved him.

"Brock?" It barely left his lips when he said it, and they never broke eye contact once. "I'm... I'm glad to see you here."

"I'm glad to see you too." The older man answered without thinking.

Brian gestured to the table knowing that this was the plan all along, "Will you... Have dinner with me?"

A nod, "Okay."