Evan was giving goodbyes to Brock and Marcel as the walked to their gates.
"Til' next time, my brothers!" Marcel threw his hands up and smiled as he walked backwards.
"I'll hit you ladies up when I get home. We need to get together again soon. Peace!" Brock called out and turned.
"Holla!" Evan called out and laughed before he turned around and started back toward Jonathan. But he went slow because he could tell he was having a heavy conversation with Cartoonz.
"So, have you seen my dad around?" Jonathan asked quietly.
Luke nodded, "Just once. I was at the store." He shrugged, "He looked like shit, probably drunk. I'm surprised he hasn't died yet."
Jonathan swallowed, feeling a little sick, "Yeah, me too. Listen, we need to get together soon, hang out and do stupid shit. I can fly down or you can come up, either way. I miss you sometimes."
Luke laughed, "You better miss me. We'll hang out, don't worry about that. As long as Evan will have me, right Evan?"
Evan smiled as he walked up to them, "I don't know, man. You two together, you'd probably burn the house down."
"Nah, we'd just set the smoke alarm off a few times, maybe put some soap on the floor then make you run down the stairs." Luke winked and Jonathan laughed.
"Hell no." Evan laughed. "Seriously though, you're welcome up there whenever. Just give me a heads up."
"Yes, sir. Well guys my flight's about to board, I'm gonna head that way. You take care of yourself, Evan." Luke shook his hand and pulled him into a quick hug and said in his ear, "Take care of my boy."
Evan pulled back and caught his eye and there was something hard and serious in the way he was looking at him. But, Evan nodded. "I will."
Luke turned to his friend, "Jonathan." He hugged him tight and squeezed until Jonathan pretended to lose his breath and die on his shoulder. Luke let him go after he laughed.
He patted his cheek and messed up his hair, "I love you, man. Have a safe trip."
"Love you, too. Text me when you land, yeah?"
Luke snapped his fingers and pointed as he walked away, "You got it, little brother. See you around."
They watched him go and Evan saw something settling on Jonathan's face that he couldn't quite figure out.
"What's up?" He asked when they sat down and waited, watching the people go by until their flight was ready.
Jonathan shook his head and put his hands in the pockets of his signature blue jacket. He didn't look at him. "Nothing."
Evan chewed at his lips, thinking. He didn't want to push, but he really wanted to know. He didn't want Jonathan to keep things to himself. Evan wanted to be the one there for him, the one that listened.
"You know you can tell me anything, right?" He tried and Jonathan's mouth curved up in a grin and he nodded.
But then he looked over at him, "Yeah. But not everything."
