The suitcases were lined neatly against his bedroom wall, and all Brock could do was sigh as he paced the floor back and forth. He was way too nervous for his liking. Did he even need all this crap? Was he packing too much? Hell, he didn't even know how long he was staying with Brian. A week? Two? Would Brian think he was overstaying his welcome? He was overthinking this situation way too much. It was making his head hurt. And he couldn't even wrap his mind around the thought of he and Brian, alone, at the younger man's new apartment. It would be just the two of them... Alone... The thought was something that lingered, and he wondered maybe, just maybe if he and Terroriser were alone for long enough, he'd work up the courage to confess. No you won't, he mentally scolded himself. There was absolutely no way in hell. He was too awkward, too sure that the younger man wouldn't reciprocate his feelings. It was an emotion that he didn't like to have.

With another drawn out sigh, Brock pulled his phone out of his back pocket and dialed the only reasonable number he could muster in the moment - Evan's number. He was sure the asian man could offer some sort of guidance or advice even though he had just spoken to him earlier today. But Brock was desperate; he needed someone to tell him that all his thoughts were perfectly okay, and it just so happened that person was Evan. Their friendship was odd, but Vanoss was the only person that could ever talk any sense into Moo.

The phone rang a few times before the other gamer finally picked up. He was surprised to be hearing from the older man again. Maybe Brock needed new footage after all? "You change your mind about playing with us?" Evan's voice rang clear as Moo held the phone to his ear.

In an instant, his words were coming out in a quick jumbled mess. He couldn't speak clearly even if he wanted to; it was frustrating that his nerves were this bad. "I need you to tell me that everything's going to be okay." Brock gasped, damn near out of breath from his anxiety.

"Everything's going to be okay?" Evan hesitated, questioning in his tone. "Brock, what the hell's going on?" He demanded.

The older man had to take a shaky breath before he spoke, afraid his words would be clumsy again. "I have too many bags packed, I'm really nervous, and I don't think I'm going to be able to be alone with him." It all spilled out of his mouth way too quickly, heart hammering, and in retrospect, Brock realized that he probably sounded like a complete and utter joke, but he didn't care. It was bothering him and he needed to rant. "Maybe I should just stay home..." He mumbled, mostly to himself but he was sure that Evan was able to catch it. But he couldn't stay home, not when Brian was relying on him to come help him move in and hang out together. After all, he was his best friend. The older man stood there mentally arguing back and forth with himself, driving himself crazy. "Fuck... Evan, what do I do?" His voice was pleading.

The younger man's chuckles sufficed through the other line of the phone, "First of all, you need to calm down." His friend was definitely in a frenzy, and he knew that he could get a little over emotional during stressful times like these. "Take a deep breath dude." Vanoss instructed.

"Right," Brock sighed.

"Second, it's just Brian." Vanoss managed to get out. Goofy, unpredictable, and fun loving Brian. That man couldn't intimidate anyone even if he tried. "He's your best friend, you guys talk and stuff all the time." Their friendship was solid. "It's okay if you're a little nervous, you guys haven't seen each other in a long time." He continued to provide insight. "I'm sure he's just as nervous as you." He added. Evan was almost certain Terroriser had some sort of feelings for Brock, he was always charming, always flirty...

It was quiet for a moment before the older man spoke again, "That's exactly what I'm afraid of..."

"And third," Evan interrupted. "You really just need to tell him how you feel."

"Oh my god, Evan!" Brock nearly yelled. "I already told you earlier that I am not. I can't do that, it would ruin everything." The mere thought of him telling Brian that he... Loved him, or was in love with him made him want to throw up. It made an uneasy feeling surface in his gut, anxiety pool in his chest, and he knew that it wasn't going to be possible for him to do. Ever. And even if he did end up confessing to the younger man, who's to say that he would feel the same? He wasn't sure of the Irishman's feelings. Then it would be awkward, and then he'd never be able to look at Brian the same way ever again. All in all, it was a lose/lose situation, so he was better off keeping his mouth shut, strapping his feelings to a rocket and sending them on a one way trip to the moon, never to be seen again. Of course, he thought of all this stuff now, but Brock knew better, he knew that as soon as he saw Brian, all of this would be out the window. He didn't trust himself.

Vanoss sighed, "Why do you even ask for my advice then? You know what it's going to be every time." He joked.

"Gee, I don't know, maybe because I thought you were a good friend?" The older man replied sarcastically.

"I'm sorry Moo, but you're not going to feel any better until you just let him know how you feel." The asian finished. And ultimately, Brock knew he was right, and he never liked when Evan was right. The inner turmoil would never go away until he got all of his emotions off his chest and out into the air. But it was hard, he couldn't bring himself to do that, and he hated himself for it. He was the reason he was suffering in silence. He was his own worst enemy. "Are you sure you don't want to play with us? Take your mind off things for a while?" Evan offered when Brock hadn't responded.

"Huh?"

"Games?" Vanoss questioned again.

Brock sighed, "Yeah," He nodded. It'd be good to play some games for a while, forget about the upcoming trip if only for a few hours. He needed to relax and calm his nerves. "I'll take you up on that offer, talk to you in a bit." He said before hanging up the phone and slipping it in his back pocket. Ultimately, he decided on only two bags for his trip. That should be more than enough for what he would need for the visit with Brian, at least he hoped. So after packing was all taken care of, he headed to his office where he recorded and edited, and booted up his console to join Evan and a few of his other friends for a much needed gaming session. A few laughs would help him unwind, and take his mind off of the one thing it was centered on. He swore that Terroriser would be the death of him.

Brian's flight had been experiencing some turbulence, and that was what he hated most about flying. However, aside from that one negative, he had taken a relatively good nap, and the plane was almost near landing. It was a quick trip. From there, he would take a connecting flight and finally be in LA, and on his way to his new apartment. The giddiness had long gone and left him, and now, he was more restless than anything. He was tired of delaying the inevitable, and he really just wanted to be there now. The Irishman was also looking forward to seeing his best friend. Brock was flying in as soon as Brian landed in LA, which was a very comforting aspect. Even though LA wasn't too unfamiliar to him, Brian was sure that Brock would help with the incoming home sickness he was soon to experience. Plus, it had been too long since he'd seen the older man; it would be nice to reconnect with one another.

After all, it's not like he would be totally alone, what with Evan and a few of his other friends being there, but still, he knew that Evan and his other friends wouldn't be able to just hang out at his apartment all the time. And that brought another thought to his mind: how long would Brock be staying with him? They hadn't really hashed out terms when they planned this little trip. However, Brian didn't care, Brock could stay as long as he wanted to. After all, it had been a good while since they'd seen each other and got to spend time with each other. The Irishman sighed, he was more than ready for this, he just hoped that it wouldn't be too awkward.

The pilot had come across the intercom, saying the plane was about to land, and that pulled Brian out of his thoughts if only for a moment. He decided to text Brock and let him know that he was about to be on the connecting flight soon. First flight's about to land, one more trip until LA! He typed out with a bunch of playful emojis. A small grin rested on his face as he sent the text to the older man. There was something about Brock that always brought a smile to Brian's face; the older man was something else, that was for damn sure. So funny and sweet and good natured.

A few moments later, as he was getting off the plane, his phone had buzzed in his pocket, signaling a text back from Moo. Hope you had a good flight, can't wait to see you. (: Brian rolled his eyes at the smiley face; that was typical Brock right there, he never used emojis in his text messages and the younger man always teased and made fun of him for it. That was one of many things he got picked on for, but it was all in good fun.

Terroriser then made up his mind to grab some food before boarding his next flight, because he was starving. He found his stomach rumbling as he was reading his texts. So he grabbed a quick burger and some fries, and soon after that, he was seated on the flight to LA, fully rested, and with an equally full belly. Now he just needed to find something to do for the next few hours so he wouldn't die of boredom. His fingers worked away on his phone, continuously texting Brock, not caring if he was bothering the older man or not.

Brocky, I'm bored, entertain me. :( He rolled his eyes at himself for that one, the frowny face was probably a bit too much. Oh well, he didn't care.

A few moments later his phone buzzed with Brock's response, Hang on, I'll send you some of my fanfics. Brian snorted with laughter at that one. The older man was funny, there was no doubting that. He was always able to make him laugh and feel good with a joke or two; especially if it was a pun. It was one of the many things that the Irishman appreciated about his best friend. A sense of humor went a long way.

"Brock, what the fuck!" It was Marcel's voice that brought Moo back to reality. "You let me go down!" Marcel's voice echoed in the headset and Brock had to blink a few times before he actually remembered what he was doing before he started on his trip to Brian Land. He was always getting distracted by him.

"I'm sorry!" The older man apologized quickly before putting his phone down.

"Is everything alright Brock?" Nogla inquired. "Ya do seem a bit preoccupied." It definitely wasn't like him to just zone out in the middle of a game, especially if that game was an intense one of zombies.

It was quiet for a moment before Brock decided to just tell his friends the truth. What was the point in lying about something like that anyway? "I was texting..." Moo explained, before a slow blush surfaced on his face, he did feel a little embarrassed. "It won't happen again." He said as their game of zombies restarted. But he couldn't help himself; talking to Brian was something he loved to do. He thought it would be a good idea if he included the Irishman. "If it makes you guys feel any better, it was just Brian." He laughed a bit, and so did the rest of the guys.

"That's even worse!" Marcel argued. "You let us die to talk to that fucker!" He was screaming and then let out a loud cackle. "Damn it Brian!"

"Is he in LA yet?" Evan asked.

"Almost," Brock answered. "He just got on his connecting flight. He'll be there soon. "

Nogla chuckled, "Even when he's not playing with us he still makes us die. He sucks." He managed to get out, and they all had to give a laugh at that. Terroriser got lots of crap from the other guys, it was just the way their friendship worked. "Tell him you're busy." He insisted as they began shooting the zombies once the the game finally started. Brock knew that he'd get to see the younger man soon enough, so for now, he focused on his computer screen, and tried to get lost in what he was doing at the moment. He'd get to see his best friend soon enough, and that mere thought both excited and terrified him. He was in big trouble, or at least, his heart definitely was.