FIFTY-TWO | ROMER
Ryder was happier than anyone to have his brother back from LA. He wasn’t going to admit it though. Even though he was the youngest of the triplets, he was still a middle child and he very much acted like one. “I’m pissed you didn’t bring me back anyone. You were in LA for how long and didn’t fucking bring me back a boyfriend? I’m offended. You’re a shitty brother. Thank god I’ve got two more.” He shook his head, tsk-ing his triplet.














