Ryker stared at the bracelet that was on his dresser, the date on it one that he remembered fondly, the first night the two of them slept together under the stars after Ryker had asked Cris to be his. It had been a vacation to remember, backpacking through the mountains, and it all had lead to that night, where Ryker poured out his feelings and Cris returned them.
He couldn't just ignore the damn presents though, Cris had texted him and Ryker was fine talking to him through text, but he had to s e e him too. He grabbed the bracelet and tucked it into his jeans pocket, making his way to Cris's room and knocking - his hand absently sinking into his pocket to run his hand over the worn leather - how comfortable he remembered it to be on his wrist. "Open up," he called in to let Cris know it'd been him, "I want to talk."