Forever Winter

a/n i already said this but this is a direct copy and paste from my ao3 account //

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The end of tour was always bittersweet, Dallon thought.

Yes, everyone was exhausted and, whether they wanted to admit it or not, growing sick of each other but Dallon knew he'd miss it the moment it ended. Fuck, even as he was leaving the stage after the band had taken their final bows he already missed it. Not everyone felt the same, Dallon thought as he noticed Brendon's bright smile immediately drop the second his back was turned to the crowd. Dallon watched as Brendon shoved his way past everyone and went directly to the tour bus, something that was very out of character for the singer. Dallon's concert high was instantly crushed and he didn't know whether he should blame it on Brendon suddenly being an overdramatic dick or his anxiety questioning why Brendon was suddenly being an overdramatic dick.

"What's up with him?" Mike snorted, coming up from behind Dallon and startling him.

"He's probably just in one of his moods again, he's been like this for a few weeks," Dallon shrugged, not believing his own words. Sure, Brendon had been in kind of a funk the past two or so weeks but he seemed really off now, Dallon thought.

"I guess so... we should probably get to the bus before he pitches a fit," Mike chuckled, his eyes sparkling with humor. Dallon smiled softly and followed the guitarist to the bus, his anxiety still lingering.

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The ride to their hotel was awkward, Brendon not saying a word besides one or two "fuck off"s or "I'm fine"s. Dallon watched from the table in the kitchen area as Brendon stared out the window, his face still empty and his eyes dull. He was wearing earbuds and Dallon could hear the hum of music he was blasting from across the room. Almost as if he sensed it, Brendon turned to meet Dallon's gaze. Dallon thought, and almost wished at this point, that Brendon would snap at him but the singer didn't, turning back to the window after a moment of awkward eye contact. Dallon watched as Spencer entered the kitchen and stood up to greet him.

"Do you know where Zack is?" Dallon asked, staring down at Spencer as he searched through the lower cabinets for a snack. Spencer looked up, confused.

" You're looking for Zack? Why?" Spencer questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Not for me, dumbass. I want to see if he knows what's up with Brendon," Dallon huffed, rolling his eyes.

"I think he's driving in his car behind us, or maybe in front of us. I don't know. He's not here in this bus right now is what I'm trying to say," Spencer clarified, standing up and retrieving a bag of Goldfish from the cabinet. Unsatisfied with Spencer's answer, Dallon grabbed his arm before he could leave the kitchen. Spencer looked back and sighed. "Zack said to leave him alone until whatever this is passes. It happened sometimes in earlier tours before you were here...it's just a Brendon thing I guess."

"I know what his mood swings are like, I don't think this is that," Dallon warned, looking back at the gloomy singer.

"Dallon, you're overthinking this. He's probably just bummed out that tour is over and that's why he's being extra dramatic," Spencer suggested, his eyes soft. Dallon sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, probably."

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Brendon stood patiently with the rest of the band in the hallway of their hotel as Zack passed out their room keys.

"Okay, this hotel doesn't offer single rooms for some fucking reason so I booked three doubles, one of us can have the room to ourselves and the rest will just share-"