He ride to the hotel was quiet; Farkle didn't want to push Lucas onto something he didn't want too. At least not right now, he would ask later. Right now Lucas was asleep upon the bed in the room, but he woke up a little groggy but up. He let out a sigh as he noticed Farkle wasn't anywhere to be seen, a frown placed upon his lips as he stood up and walked out of the room. The Texan paused when heard Farkle's voice speaking on the phone to someone.

"..Mrs. Friar, please. I only have his best interest in mind." A deflated sigh left the young teen's lips as he threw his head back, his fingers nervously tapping against the bench in the small kitchen. His back was to Lucas so he couldn't see the other. Finally he spoke again. "Well I am going to suggest it to him because I care about him, and I don't want to see him disappear before my eyes. No one does. Goodbye Mrs Friar." Hanging up the phone Farkle put his head in his hands.

Lucas moved towards his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around him and resting his chin in the crook of his shoulder and neck. "Farkle? What were you talking to my mother about?"

Farkle took in a deep breath, turning around to face Lucas and cupping the other's face in his hands. A weak smile spreading across his lips before he leant in to give a light kiss, "It was two things." He spoke, rubbing his thumb against Lucas' jawline. "One, this one she was okay with. You moving out…my apartment is big enough for another to live there. We sure as hell make enough to do so. That is if you want too. She knows that the fighting has been getting to you," Just not how exactly, "She said okay, she wants to keep you away from the yelling."

The blond gave a light nod, confusing spreading across his face. If he talked to his mother about two things and the thing she was okay with was him moving out, what wasn't she okay with? Him dating Farkle? No, that couldn't be it. She was the one who always said that you love who you do, no matter what. That it's your heart's decision. After a few seconds passed by Lucas spoke "I would like too, I have been for the past week already. W-What was she not okay with?"

The genius took in another deep breath and let it out slowly. "She didn't like that I suggested, that I was going to suggest to you to see a doctor."

"A doctor for what?" A tilt of his head came as he asked the question.

"For your mental health, a mental health evaluation because with how you've been lately. They're showing symptoms of –" Farkle was cut off by Lucas taking a step back, shaking his head a little.

The Texan knew exactly what Farkle was going to suggest, what he was going to say he was showing symptoms of because they have a friend with it. "No. I can't."

"What? Can't what Lucas?"

"Riley has it, not me."

"Lucas, just because she has it doesn't make you immune for it. Depression doesn't choose one friend out of a group. It just picks and settles in, no care for who you are or who your friends are."

"Do you really think I might have it?" Lucas questioned, worry seeping into his voice.

"You are showing symptoms of it. The oversleeping, the drinking, and the attitude you had been giving. Lucas, I'm worried about you and I'm sure everyone else is too. Would you go see one? Just once is all I ask. Once and I'll never bring this up again unless I think I am going to lose you. I don't want to ever lose you."

Lucas bit his lip a little before nodding his head a nudge. "Okay. Once is all I promise."

"And that is all I ask. How about I make us something to eat?"

The Texan gave a small nod of his head and gave a light kiss to Farkle's cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too."