Ryan Hardy

61 of you have stuck around while i'm totally neglecting everything

I LOVE YOU

huh

fyi this account is inactive as hell and i barely use it anymore seeing as i havent caught up with the new season n all

but once i do i hope to be back!!

if i do owe you just

gently remind me

by shoving me off a cliff

went to the doc's today and got blood drawn and im really tired now hjdahjdg so ill probably put everything off for tonight

anyway if people wanna start threads and whatnot with me just asskkk

((NAH OF COURSE NOT :D))

It was probably near four in the morning when Ryan actually started yawning from his exhaustion. He and Mike hadn’t even gone home yet, busy going through files and other junk down in the file room to see if they had missed anything. 

So far, no luck on his end. Maybe Mike had found something… But he’d been quiet for a few minutes. He probably didn’t have anything, either.

"Hey, Mike-" Ryan starts to ask, turning his head towards him. He shuts up when he sees Mike slump over, feeling his weight on him as he leans into Ryan’s shoulder The guy is fast asleep, but Ryan doesn’t blame him. Huffing out an amused breath of air, Ryan brushes his own hair back before he decides fuck it, this was a long shot and Mike seems to have the right idea here. Crossing his arms over his chest, Ryan leans his head back and shuts his eyes.

If you say so…