#[rybread]

It’d been so long since everything that had happened; the sniper at the dinner, Michael and Ryan being bloody idiots...Ryan getting himself shot. Sure, Gavin had definitely been mad about it but....the more he came to think about it he more he started to feel guilty for doing what he did. For punching Ryan. It had been a long time coming but he knew he had to apologise somehow, even if he couldn’t quiet get the words right no matter how many times he rehearsed to himself. He’d started panicking, thinking that the longer he took the more Ryan wouldn’t like him anymore...it made him feel anxious enough to turn his stomach into knots...but he’s here now.

 Gavin’s palms are sweaty. His knees...weak, arms...heavy. There's no vomit on his sweater, no spaghetti, however, he's nervous, On the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs enough to get through this. His fingers curl and fiddle in the packaging of the Taco Bell he’d brought-- not exactly sure what Ryan would want so he bought a small selection of burritos and a few nachos too, all alongside a can of diet coke. At least he knew the guy would like that..right?