His footsteps echoed in the hallway, Brian could hear him as he got ready for bed. He turned the kitchen sink on for a drink of water, and he could feel his father's presence lingering. He definitely hadn't gone to bed yet. Brian sighed, "What dad?" He questioned, finishing his water and cleaning up his mess.

"Did you ask her yet?" His voice was firm.

Terroriser immediately grew annoyed. "No." He answered flatly. "And I already told you I'm not."

"The hell you aren't." The older man replied quickly.

"Dad-"

"No Brian." He cut him off. "You're going to marry this girl. Ask her."

"Dad-"

"Stop." He walked away before Brian could say anything else.

It had been two days since the whole mishap with Terroriser and his girlfriend, and nobody had heard anything from Brock. He did as he said, and had caught a flight back to Utah as soon as the sun came up. He was ready and willing to leave, getting as far away from LA and from Brian as he possibly could. He kept his phone off, not wanting any contact with the outside world. He was still too hurt to function, which worried Evan and the other guys as well. But Brock clearly had his reasons, and he didn't feel like speaking to anyone. He was a fool and he wanted to be left alone at the moment. He was still trying to cope, still trying to process all of what had happened after two days. Because this... This was something he'd never even thought would happen.

Heartbreak was not something that he was very fond of, but then again, who was? He spent most of those two days in self pity, cursing himself for letting Brian do this to him; letting the younger man absolutely wreck and ruin him. He had taken his heart in his hand and squished it until it was completely smashed, and the thought of that made Brock absolutely sick to his stomach. And after those two days of isolation, after leaving LA, he wasn't sure how to feel, unless it was upset or pissed off. He was so mad at himself as well, so frustrated, because he still loved Terroriser with every fiber in his being, and he knew he always would. He could hurt him a million times, and his feelings for him would never change. He was loyal, and that was what hurt the most. Never would he ever dream of hurting Brian like this, or in any other way for that matter.

The sad thing was that Brock knew he couldn't avoid him forever. He knew eventually he'd have to face him, talk to him... And he didn't know if he would ever be ready for that. It was all just too much. He wished he'd never gone to LA, he wished he and Brian never kissed... But hell, he could wish all he wanted to and he knew it would never make the slightest difference. It happened, they happened, and now the two of them had to suck it up and deal with the consequences, even if it did hurt. This type of heartbreak was not for the weak.

Brian sent her back home immediately so he could figure things out on his own. She was a distraction, and he wanted to blame her for this mess, but he knew better than that. He did this to himself. Why did he let it even progress this far? He was sure that he loved Brock, and not so sure that he loved her; or at least not in the same way he loved Brock. But his family sure liked her, his mom and dad loved when she came to visit, and his family also didn't know that he was in love with his best friend who was of the same gender. It was a lose/lose, and he knew ultimately that he could never be happy, he could never please both sides of the situation. However, if one thing was for sure, he knew after everything, after that kiss, he could never go back to just being friends with Brock. Their connection was too deep, too strong.

Moo was the man he wanted to spend his life with, not with her... He loved Brock, he was sure of it. He would never be happy with some girl that his father picked out for him, but ultimately, he didn't know what to do; that was his family, and he was raised that family is everything. But Brock... Brock made him feel like he never did before, and he lived for those emotions. And now, just like that, the older man was unreachable because Brian fucked up and he knew it. He knew it and he knew he looked like an ass, and he knew it was up to him to fix this forsaken mess.

"You just have to talk to him..." That's what Terroriser told himself, because after all this has ensued, it was out on the table, and Brock had to know everything by now. Brian had to make this better and he wasn't sure how. Could it even be accomplished? Maybe if he explained everything, the older man would understand, the older man wouldn't hate him. But he knew he would never be able to use only his words to get him completely out of this situation. He would never know the right words to say. Brian knew he fucked up, and now he was suffering the consequences. He should have never let it escalate this far; maybe if he would have just been honest with Brock from the get go, then he could have saved face, this would have never happened.

He had to make a plan and he had to make one fast. Before his mind could even work through this, process this, he was on the phone buying a one way plane ticket to Utah. The flight would leave later today, which was a good thing. He had to see Brock, he had to fix this, patch things up and make them better. However, there was a very small part of him that feared he wouldn't be able to save his relationship with the older man, and that was what he was afraid of the most. But deep down, Brian knew he couldn't get too upset, because all of this was his fault. He tried to push the negativity out of his mind while he prepped for his flight, but it didn't work. It kept surfacing, kept making him sick. It was a feeling he didn't like. Usually, nervousness was a foreign feeling, but with Brock being the cause of his anxiety, it was totally understandable.

While he packed, he kept trying to contact Brock, hoping that just maybe he would pick up. But Brock never answered any calls, never responded to any texts, his phone kept going to voicemail, and Brian knew that that meant it was still shut off. "Hey, this is Brock! Can't get to the phone right now so leave me a message or text me." It was good hearing him on the recording, but it wasn't the same. The Irishman left as many voicemails as he could, praying that Brock would hear them, would listen to them. Hell, he just wanted to hear his actual voice, he just wanted him to tell him that everything was going to be okay. Albeit, it had only been two days, that was two days without him, and Brian was starting to lose it. And now he feared that he was about to lose him for good.

It took the younger man awhile to get his bag packed, but that was good, because it gave him something to do to take his mind off things. Once he was packed and ready, he headed to the airport with one thing in mind: consolidation. He wasn't leaving Utah until Brock knew and understood how sorry he was. In his thoughts, he wondered if Brock was okay, and he wondered if Vanoss or any of the others had heard from him as well. Probably not since his phone was still turned off. There had been no sign of him on youtube or twitter either, and that caused more worry, more friction. Brian wished he could take all of it back, take the lies away, but he knew he never could, it was too late now, and the only thing he could do was make sure Brock knew the truth and the whole truth.

The airport was crowded when Brian arrived, but he kept to himself and boarded his plane. He had only one thought in mind, and that thought was Brock. He couldn't wait to see him, and it would be nearing evening time when the plane finally touched down. He hoped he wouldn't be bothering Brock when he arrived at his house, but this was urgent, this was of vital importance. In the mean time, he tried to relax, tried to calm his nerves by listening to music and getting lost in the clouds outside the plane window.

And in Utah, Brock was trying to keep himself busy as well. He was working on a video, trying to get at least something up on his channel. He had been a little afk since all of this had happened. But the video he was currently working on was of himself and Brian, and it was only making things more difficult. However, footage of he and Brian was all he had gotten as of lately... He had clung to the younger man, spent as much time with him as he could, and again, he was angry at himself for that. But he continued editing the video anyway.

When the plane landed, Brian had a little trouble in getting a cab and getting to Brock's small house. But after a few difficulties, he was on his way, heart hammering harder and harder in his ribcage with each passing moment. He had been to the older man's house before, but oh, it was so different this time. So many emotions blinded him at the moment, so many unsure thoughts and feelings. And when the cab stopped in front of the familiar little white house, he thought maybe he should just turn around and go back home. But he knew he couldn't. He had to do this, for himself, for Brock. So he trudged up the sidewalk, duffel bag at his side, and knocked feverishly, palms growing more sweaty by the second. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this.

The sun was setting in the blue Utah sky, clouds rolling in for the evening, and Brock was about to save his video and start cooking dinner for himself when there was a faint knock on his front door. Confusion immediately rushed to him. Who in the hell would be visiting him now? Especially at this time of the day? Maybe it was just a random coincidence, because he still didn't feel like interacting with anybody at the moment. Nevertheless, he reluctantly headed to the front of the house to answer the door. "Who is it?" He called out, before opening it.

He thought he was hallucinating when he heard, "It's me, Brocky."

Brock decided right then and there that he was not opening that damned door. There was no way Brian could be out there... Could he? Just the thought made him weak in the knees and he hated himself for it. He stood at the door, peeking through the tiny window, and sure enough, the younger man was standing there, hair a mess, biting his lip in anxiousness. "I said I didn't want to talk to you!" He nearly yelled, leaning against the door, still not opening it, and he made sure it was locked for extra measures.

"Brock, please..."

"Go away!"

"Please, Moo, I can't! Not until I fix this..."