Third Person POV
Chet called his mom this morning. It was was hard and he had to force himself five separate times to do it. He wanted to call his sister too but he couldn't, it was too much all at once.
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Rylan groaned quietly and rolled out of bed when his doorbell rang. He wasn't sure if it was the first time or perhaps the third. Kyler slept like a log while he slipped Kyler's shirt on, along with his own boxers, and went to answer the door.
He somehow knew it would be Chet before he opened the door. Nobody else would bother him at seven in the f*****g morning.
As tired as Rylan was, when he saw Chet standing there in all his 6'5 glory, he smiled. "Chet~" Rylan's always been extra affectionate when he was on the verge of sleep, unbeknownst to Chet.
Chet could only flush in surpr
