IMAGINE BEING STEVE'S SIBLING AND HELPING JONATHAN FIND WILL.

"I don't think this is the right way." you frowned, looking at the map and Jonathan leaned over to look at it too. Your eyes widened as you looked up and saw someone with a flashlight on a porch of a house. "Shit, we're at someone's yard. Go back, go back."

You went back into the woods, the night was quickly falling and you had no idea where you should go next. Jonathan looked pissed, and you looked at him apologetically.

"Sorry, I haven't read maps like this since we had the orienteering course at school some years ago..." you mumbled and looked at the map again. "It's getting late."

"If I hadn't taken you along, we wouldn't have wasted time with your sucky orienteering skills, would we? Or maybe you're here with me because you don't want me to find Will!" he retorted and you blinked at him, surprised by his sudden outburst.

"I..." you began, but Jonathan seemed to gather up what he had just said and groaned.

"Sorry... sorry. I know you want to help." Jonathan took in a deep breath and rubbed his face. "I'm just so tired."

You nodded. Your brother knew how to be an ass and he didn't exactly have good terms with Jonathan, so it was natural Jonathan burst it on you. He was stressed and worried, of course you understood. You reached out and took his hand, giving it a squeeze.

"It's okay." you offered him a reassuring smile. "We'll find your brother. I know it, we'll find him."