the Hotel Room

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Luke leans on Jonathan's shoulder as they leave the hotel room and go downstairs to the lobby where food is waiting for them.

And Jonathan carries him like this is a thing they have always done, supporting each other like this. His face lights up with laughter at one of Brock's puns and Tyler can't help the jealousy that worms it's way through his gut and onto his face.

Evan nudges him slightly in his side and Tyler turns quickly to glare at him.

"Woah," Evan throws his hands up. "Back up man," he manages to keep his voice low so the others won't hear. "I just wanted to know what the problem was."

Tyler shakes his head and looks away. "I don't know what you're talking about. There is no problem."

"Sure," Evan agrees. "And you weren't just looking at Delirious like one of my old girlfriends used to look at me like."

Tyler's lip curls, but still a small laugh manages to get out. "Before or after you two broke up?"

"Both, actually." Evan admits. And suddenly they're all spilling into the lobby at once and there's too many of them in one space to keep talking about this, and..

It did actually snow to the second floor.

Because the lobby is on the first floor and every visible window is completely covered in white, with only shadows of sunlight breaking through.

The generators that this place must be using to keep their power running have got to be impressive.

They all crowd around one table where there are donuts aplenty already laid out. Marcel and Luke sitting on either side of Jonathan, and Evan and Tyler sitting just before them. Brock and Craig stuck on the corners.

Brock keeps cracking jokes and making bad puns just to watch Delirious laugh, almost as if he's afraid that's not really him in front of them.

Evan makes a joke about playing footsie and Jonathan cracks back at him, then the two of them start wildly kicking at each other under the table.

Tyler gets hit several times by the both of them, until he finally yells "Will you two knock it off!" Rolling his eyes in exasperation as he is only met with widening grins.

"Why don't you act your age," he mutters, and tries to eat his donut.

"Act yours," Jonathan giggles, and lightly kicks at him. His foot not really doing any damage, but instead sliding quickly along the inside of his leg before disappearing.

Tyler fights down the blush that tried to rise, slowly puts the donut back on his plate, and keeps a straight face for all of two seconds before he's kicking back at Delirious like he's five years old.

Marcel laughing at the side and prompting everyone to join in, keeping score.