Brock's flight landed after the morning hours, and despite the fact that he was away from Brian, he was excited to be home. The day was warm, and as soon as he was off the plane he sent a quick text to Terroriser, letting the younger man know that he got home safely. His car was still parked there, at the airport, so without anymore hesitation, he grabbed his luggage and began his drive home, letting Utah settle in his bones once more. It was weird being back, almost nostalgic, after being away with his boyfriend for so long. But it was nice to be back, after all. He had to admit, regardless of everything, his mixed feelings and emotions, he was happy, and he had a feeling that Brian was happy too. He decided to just leave it at that.

The drive home didn't take long, and Brock felt good when his little one story house came into view. He had missed it, that was for sure, but he also knew that now that he was away from Brian, he would feel lonelier than ever. Being by himself would prove to be difficult. He parked the car, shut it off, and grabbed his luggage to head inside. His familiar living room came into view once he opened the door, and Moo didn't waste any time in throwing his bags down, he'd unpack later, after he showered, ate, and recuperated from flying. A nap was always a must have after a flight. He was about to head into the kitchen to make a quick snack, when his phone started to buzz in his back pocket. Brock naturally assumed it was Brian, but when he pulled the phone out and checked the screen, he saw it was none other than Vanoss. It was nice of his friend to call and check up on him after his trip.

He tapped the answer button and brought the phone to his ear, "Hello?" He said with an inquisitive tone of voice.

"Hey!" Evan greeted, "I saw your tweet, you're back home?" He questioned. He had no idea that Moo would have stayed in LA for that long.

Brock nodded and rolled his eyes as he continued his way to the kitchen, still set on making himself a snack. He liked keeping his fans up to date on his twitter account, that way they would know when to expect a video and what not, or a hiatus, like his trip with Brian. Of course, he was able to upload, just not as frequently as he would like to; and as soon as he got on his flight earlier, he put out a tweet that he was on his way back home. "Yeah, I just walked through the door actually." Brock replied, "Good timing." He chuckled.

"Happy to be home?" Vanoss asked.

The older man sighed, "Yeah, I guess." He opened up the fridge, and began pulling out miscellaneous items to make for his snack. He laid them out on the small kitchen counter while pressing the phone to his shoulder so he could still listen to his friend speak. If he were being honest with himself, he would definitely prefer Terroriser's kitchen over his right about now. He was already starting to miss the younger man's apartment, hell, he was already starting to miss LA. "It just feels kind of weird, you know, with Brian not here." He continued, knowing that Vanoss was about to pester him to no end, but Brock was eager to tell him of just what had ensued between he and Brian; about them being in a relationship now. Maybe Evan would be proud of him for admitting his feelings.

The asian man paused on the other line, remembering their dinner with Tom they had about two weeks ago. Had Brian told Brock since then? Had he let him know that he was already in a relationship? Or was he still stringing Brock along, playing with his emotions? He hadn't spoken to Brian nor Brock ever since the dinner, and his curiosity was getting the best of him, however, he was still going to take Tom's advice, and try not to get involved. But he knew it was going to be difficult to not want to step in. The two men were his friends and he wanted to look out for them. "How did it go with you guys?" He wanted to word the question carefully, not really just put it all out there for the older man. He had to be cautious of his emotions, of Moo always wearing his heart on his sleeve. "Did you ever...?" He let the sentence hang, hoping that his friend would catch on and get at what he was asking.

Brock stopped in making his snack, and leaned against the counter, knowing exactly just what Vanoss wanted to hear. "Believe it or not, I kissed him." He revealed with a sly smile, and he could practically feel the Irishman's kiss as he talked about it.

"You what!?" Evan nearly screamed.

The older man laughed, "I said I kissed him... And he kissed me back... And we're together." Brock concluded in a simple manner, and if he was being completely honest with himself, it felt amazing to say those words out loud. Because it made them more real, it made this newfound relationship even better. Albeit, they had only been together for about a week, they were still a couple, and Brock still couldn't get over it. All this time he spent pining after his best friend, and it finally paid off. Hell, just thinking about it now sent a faint blush to his cheeks, and he couldn't believe he was sitting here gossiping to Evan of all people about it. Who ever thought that they would get to this point?

"Holy shit Brock, I never thought you would, you know?"

"Me either." He replied with a shrug.

Vanoss hesitated once more, "I'm proud of you though." He said simply, but inside his head the gears were turning. If Brock and Brian were together, then that meant that the Irishman had failed to tell Brock of his girlfriend, and that meant that Brock still didn't know, and that meant Brian was leading both of them on. What the hell was wrong with him? And Evan was still distraught on whether or not he should tell Brock the truth. It would definitely save him a ton of heartbreak, but just hearing how happy Brock was brought Tom's words back into his mind. He couldn't do it, it wasn't his responsibility, and he knew that the truth with Brian would come out sooner or later, whether he wanted it to or not. He just hoped that his choice of not telling Brock wouldn't come back to bite him in the butt.

"Thanks." The older man grinned.

"But yeah, I didn't just call you to harass you about Brian." Evan chuckled, trying to forget what he knew, pushing it out of his mind as far as possible. That subject was done and over with. "Me and a few of the guys were gonna get a prop hunt game going later, wanna play if you're up for it?" He finally asked, the phone hot against his face. There were so many unknowns.

After what felt like forever, Brock finally finished making his snack, "Yeah I have to make a video anyway. Want me to see if Brian wants to play too?"

"If you want."

"Alright, talk to you later." The older man hung up his phone and shoved it back into his pocket, more than ready to eat his snack. Evan's words echoed in his mind; he was proud of him. Did he really not think his true feelings for Brian would ever come out? Brock shook his head as he sat at the kitchen table, Vanoss was definitely a weirdo sometimes, but Moo still enjoyed having him as a friend nonetheless. He gave good advice and was always there for him, and he was thankful for that. Evan was always there for him when he needed to rant about Brian, or just get his thoughts out in the open where they needed to be, instead of holding him in. It was like Evan was his voice of reason, if that were possible.

After the man finished eating his snack, he cleaned the kitchen back up and readied himself for a shower. He needed to wake himself up now since he was going to be playing with the guys. Once he was clean, fed, and had some of his stuff unpacked, Brock decided that now would be a good time to finally call Brian. His fingers dialed his number quickly, and he knew it by heart from all the late night phone calls they had shared before. Terroriser picked up on the second ring, his voice more chipper than ever, and that warmed Brock's heart. "Hey Brocky, I was waiting for your call." Brock could clearly hear the smile in his boyfriend's voice and it made him smile too.

"Hey," He replied. "Miss me?"

Brian chuckled, "You know it."

They had only been separated for less than a day, but still, the older man loved to tease him. It was kind of their thing. The witty banter that went back and forth time and time again. "The guys are playing prop hunt in a little bit, do you want to play?" Brock asked, switching the phone to his other ear. "I mean, I'm playing, if that affects your answer." He grinned, listening to Brian's breath on the other line. He hoped that them being together wouldn't take a toll on the other guys, or on each other either, while they were playing their games. He was looking forward to it not being weird or awkward... But that was a silly thought, and Brock knew better.

"Yeah, I'll play." He answered without missing a beat, knowing that he needed to make a video as well, "How was your flight?" He inquired, knowing that his boyfriend wasn't particularly fond of flying.

"It was okay." Brock replied, "I'm glad to be home, and just so you know I'm taking you up on that skype call later."

The Irishman laughed his familiar laugh, "Alright." He paused for a moment, "Hey listen Brocky, I have to go but I'll talk to you later when we play, yeah?"

"Yeah." The older man agreed, "Talk to you then." There was something off about him, Brock noticed as he shoved his phone back into his pocket once more and headed up to his office, where he did most of his gaming and editing and other things of that sort. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he decided to merely push it out of his mind for now. Maybe Brian was just busy, or at least, that's what Brock liked to think.