Garroth had so many questions running through his head.

Ever since the phone incident happened, Garroth had been meaning to speak with Zane about it. He needs some kind of idea about what's going on. Especially if it involves his little brother.

Laurence had tried to convince Garroth to just leave the matter alone. But Garroth needed closure as to why Travis of all people would be Zane's fuck buddy? Or maybe something more.

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Ahh yes. Back to the main couple. Zane has begun hanging out at Travis' house more and more. He's even been sleeping over more. The two were currently cuddling on Travis' bed, on the brink of sleep.

Travis seemed more zoned out than usual. Usually, he'd be staring lovingly at Zane, unable to keep his eyes off of the other. He'd be complimenting Zane and holding him like he'd die without skin ship. But now, something seemed off. And Zane seemed to notice.

"Travis?" Zane called out.

Travis didn't answer. His mind being somewhere else.

"Travis." Zane said a bit louder, which snapped Travis out of whatever state of mind he was in.

"Yeah?" He said, looking down a bit.

"Is... Are you okay? You're not acting like yourself." Zane said, trying to find the right words to say.

"I'm fine." Travis could feel the lie on his tongue as he 'smiled'. Zane was skeptical.

"You sure? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" Zane said, still doubtful.

"Yeah, I know. I'm fine, I'm just..tired."

Zane was still unconvinced, but he brushed it off. If Travis says he okay, then he's okay. Travis would never lie to Zane, right?

"Alright" Zane said with a sigh. "Goodnight. I love you."

"I love you too." Travis whispered back.

Zane soon fell asleep, drifting into dreamland. He thought Travis had fallen asleep too, considering the taller was quiet. But no, Travis was not sleeping. In fact, he didn't sleep at all.

After hours of Travis staring at the dark ceiling above him, his bottom lips started trembling. He has to get up. He has to move. Now.

He can't do this here. Not while he's in the same bed as...

Slowly, Travis untangle himself from Zane's arms and he immediately missed the feeling of being wrapped in them.

Travis swung his legs over the side of the bed so that his feet were planted on the ground and stood up. He looked down at Zane and saw the other was still sleeping peacefully. Travis wanted to smile, he really tried to, but it was like his face muscles refused to listen to what his brain was telling him to do. Instead, his legs led him out of the room, and down the hallway into the bathroom. He closed and locked the door behind him.

Silence and darkness surrounded him.

Travis turned on the light and looked at himself in the mirror. It had already started. The tear streaks. Travis tried to wipe them away, but new ones replaced the others.

'Fucking pathetic' the thought to himself. He clenched his fist, wanting so badly to punch the mirror until it was completely shattered. He wanted to scream and pull his hair out. But he didn't have the energy for that. Travis was tired. Physically, mentally, and emotionally.

The flight switched off and Travis sat in his dry tub, curled up into a fetus position.

He sobbed, hugging his knees into his chest.

Travis thought he could hide this forever. He's done such a good job hiding it before. But, unfortunately, depression always comes back.

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A/N - Just a small update to keep the ball rolling. Also, remember when I said Zane wouldn't be depressed in this story? Well, this is the reason~ I had this planned since the beginning~~