Okay, sure. Maybe Ryker had been just a little bit harsh. But, he’d never admit that, because he can’t admit when he’s wrong. He’ll still try to make up for it, though, because maybe he feels bad. But, only because he knows that Louis would ignore him for days. Not that he cared, no, of course not. So, if he didn’t care, then why was he at Louis’ door after the lad didn’t reply to his text? Although, to be fair, he’d placed a fair offer in his last text. He entered the living room to find Louis just sitting on the couch, his phone in plain sight, “What? Couldn’t take two seconds to text me back?”
He's acutely aware of his door opening, of the one person he really didn't want to see enter his house. Not even bothering to grunt out a reply, the boy opted instead to turn up the volume on some auction show, mumbling out 'dick' under his breathe. He doesn't care that Ryker's here. Really. Not even after the last message, which he saw but didn't open, not wanting Ryker to have even the satisfaction of knowing his messages were read.
