When morning came, it was groggy, slow, and Moo was sure that he had been dreaming this entire time. Especially when he woke to find Brian's arms wrapped tightly around his torso, and his nose gently nestled in his short tufts of hair. But after giving it some thought and recollecting the events of the previous day, he concluded that this was in fact, not a dream, and that Terroriser was here with him, and that everything at the moment was okay. Everything was okay, and everything was going to be okay. He had to admit, he was still a bit skeptical, but he was going to try to not let it get to him. Brock wanted to focus on the happiness, he wanted to focus on Brian. He still couldn't believe that the younger man came all this way to apologize to him and win him back.

The sun was bright, and Brock could tell already that it was going to be a nice day. It was still relatively early, so he decided to relish and revel in the bed for a bit longer. He soaked up the warmth of Brian, enjoyed the feeling of his bare skin on his own, and tried not to wake him up. The younger man truly was beautiful, inside and out, and Brock knew that he couldn't be mad at him anymore. It wasn't his fault that he was stuck in a bad situation, and Brock understood that now. However, it still didn't help the insecurities he still had running through his head, and the doubts as well. He tried his best to just forget, but even if he could forget for even a moment, the thoughts were still there, lingering in the crook of his mind. Brock was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a tired voice from beside him. "Penny for your thoughts?" Brian's voice was hoarse, thick with sleep, and his words were slow as he tightened his grip around the older man's body. He must have woken without the older man knowing.

Brock turned to look at him, studying his bright blue eyes in the morning light. They were striking. "It's nothing..." He trailed off, letting his hands roam the younger man's chest, fingers playing in the hair splayed about there. "Don't worry." A small grin found his face, and he kissed his boyfriend on the cheek, reassuring him in his doubtful thoughts. "How did you sleep?" He inquired, changing the subject. They had talked about all of this enough yesterday, and now, Brock just wanted to forget, or at least suppress what he could. He wanted to make the most of this with Brian, well, simply because he loved that man with everything in his being. It was time to (hopefully) put their horrible past behind them.

"Really good," Brian answered with a small grin. "Aside from your snoring."

Brock rolled his eyes, "Yeah, well, you talk."

"No I don't!" The Irishman protested through bouts of laughter.

"Yes, you do." Brock chuckled in return as he rolled over on his back. "Breakfast date?" He asked, glancing back over at Brian who was stretching his stiff muscles. The younger man merely agreed, and the two got out of bed to start their day. Brock took him to one of his favorite places to eat, and he swore up and down that they had the best waffles he'd ever tasted. But the date went well, and Brian concluded that this is exactly what he needed with Brock. They needed to spend time with each other, needed to go on dates, needed to build everything that they had back up. So he remained in Utah for quite some time, and during that time, he gave his boyfriend the relationship that he had wanted and deserved. He wanted to show him that he loved him, and that he loved him well.

They went on dates here and there, out to dinner, to the movies, or even just having nights in, which was Brock's favorite. He loved being able to stay home and cook dinner, then snuggle on the couch with Brian afterwards. They made videos together, Brian using Brock's set up to keep his channel active. And little by little, bit by bit, they gained back their trust and love. However, their relationship was anything but normal, considering their recent circumstances and everything that they had been through. But even though it wasn't normal, they pretended it was. And they were happy with the way things were, and with the way things were going. Brock couldn't ask for more.

"So you guys are alright now?" Vanoss asked one night as he, Moo, and a few others played some grand theft auto. Brian was napping in the living room, and the older man used this free time to straighten up the house and play with his other friends that he'd been neglecting because of Brian. Of course, they were his friends, so he was going to keep them informed on everything, especially Evan, who was worried about him the most. He had witnessed the breakdown, and that's why he was so concerned for the older man in the first place. But everyone else cared about Brock too, so they weren't too happy when they found out what had been going on between he and Brian and the whole girlfriend situation. They knew how much it crushed their wholesome friend. "You gotta let us know something," He trailed off.

"Because I will definitely beat Brian's ass if I need to," Tyler chimed in.

"Yeah me too!" Nogla added.

Tyler laughed loudly, "Nogla you can't fucking fight." Everyone else in the call added in on the laughter as well. It was a great way to lighten the seriousness of the mood at the moment. But everyone wanted to know...

"No need for any ass beating right now." Brock chuckled, "Everything is really great." And he was glad he could say that and be honest about it.

"Are you sure?" Marcel questioned.

"I'm really sure." The older man hummed, a smile surfacing as the Irishman centered his thoughts. "We're just kind of taking things slow since everything happened... And I don't mind that at all, it's actually really nice. We're planning to go back to LA soon, and I think he's going to invite you guys over... We've been talking about that a lot." He rambled on as he pressed buttons feverishly on his controller. Which was true. The guys had never gotten to see Brian's new apartment, a party was much needed. That's why he and Brock had agreed on a date to head to LA together, and after the party, they would separate for a bit, considering that had been together for some time now.

"I'm still gonna beat his ass." Tyler added, causing a laugh from everyone once more.

"I mean, if you still need to, feel free." Brock got out, shrugging his shoulders.

"Just because." Tyler giggled.

Marcel interrupted the laugh, "But does the girl know though?" He questioned, causing everyone to quiet down. "Like, has he told her that he wants to be with you?" He added, and that caused Brock to grow silent. Did Brian tell the girl that he didn't want to be with her anymore? He honestly didn't know, and that was a question he would have to remember to bring up to the younger man later. How could he let that question slip his mind? He hoped and prayed with every fiber in his being that Terroriser had taken care of it, because if not, that was just going to be another fuck up on his part. And Brock didn't want to mess up the way things were. Hopefully, Brian knew better.

"I'm not sure if he did," Brock answered the question honestly.

"Red flag," Marcel replied. "You better ask him."

As if on cue, Brian walked into Moo's office, fresh from his nap. "You still in here playing?" He inquired, approaching the older man, wrapping his arms around him, pressing a kiss into his temple. The other guys playing must have heard him because they all oohed and awed in response. Brock could feel a quick blush rising to his cheeks at the public display of affection. But nevertheless, he turned his head and met Brian's lips, and they shared a quick smooch. It was always something he enjoyed.

It was late, and Brock had been playing for awhile, "Yeah, you want to play?" He asked, dark eyes meeting his boyfriend's. But the younger man politely declined, and headed back to bed. Truth be told, Brock was growing pretty tired himself, and now that Marcel had brought that question to his attention, it was all that was on his mind. "I think I'm gonna go too guys." The older man said, as he prepared to shut down his consoles. "I'll talk to you guys later." He finished.

"Bye Brock, we're here if you need anything." The guys bid their farewells before Brock turned his console off, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, before heading into the bedroom, where Brian laid in the bed, scrolling through his phone. He found himself shrugging out of his shirt and crawling into the bed, where immediately Brian's arms found him. He liked this little bedtime routine of theirs, and he knew it was going to suck sleeping alone after they separated from one another after being in LA.

"Hey." He grinned up at him, looking through his long lashes. And he wasn't going to waste any time, he was going to get right into it and ask the question that had been nonstop floating in his mind since Marcel brought it up. He had to know, his heart couldn't take anymore.

"Hey," Brian replied, tightening his arms around the older man in a gentle grip.

"Can I ask you something?" Brock asked.

"Anything." The Irishman answered in a heartbeat.

"You did break up with her, right?" He questioned, pulse picking up as soon as those dreaded words left his lips. Maybe he shouldn't have asked... It wasn't any of his business, was it? But of course it was! Brian was his boyfriend, and he deserved to know these kinds of things, especially considering their perilous predicament.

"Of course I did." Brian said, bringing his hand up to cup Brock's cheek. "You think after all this time I would do that to you and not tell her?" He questioned. "I did it the very next day, Brocky... Don't worry." He answered truthfully, and the older man let out a sigh of relief that he didn't know he was holding in. At least Brian was finally being honest with him, and was able to put his many doubts away. He was glad, and all he could do was smile and give him another kiss. "I love you, you know?" Brian murmured against his skin, the warmth being too much.

Brock hummed in response, "Yeah, I know." And the two drifted off to sleep.

"So that's it?" Her voice echoed through the speaker of the phone. "It's over?" Brian stood on Brock's front porch and made the call. He had to do it. There was no putting it off anymore. He wanted to be with Brock and Brock only.

"Look I'm sorry but I should have done this a long time ago... You had to know all this time right?"

"Know what?"

"It was my dad... I'm so sorry."

"Brian, I don't understand."

"I'm in Utah with my boyfriend, don't call anymore. I don't care what my dad says." He finished his sentence a little more angry than he would have liked to, but he was mad at himself for being put in this position. Well, not anymore.