He's had enough. His lower lip wobbles some as he reads through Joel's tweets again and again, looks at the shitty .jpg he posted in order to propose. He thinks that if Joel proposed to him like that he'd say no, but he knows that's a lie. Any attention from Joel and he soaks it up like a sponge.
Sonny turns off his phone and looks up, grinning at his friends. Roadhog notices his wet eyes, questions him, but Sonny laughs it off and passes it as the need to yawn. They spend the rest of the night drinking together, laughing and smoking and clinging.
The next morning, while Sonny's sleeping, Rob finds Joel's tweets. He frowns, turns and looks at Sonny in the hotel bed, arms wrapped tightly around a pillow and face pressed into the cotton.
Roadhog grits his teeth, jaw flexing, and hopes that somehow Joel is prepared for the verbal assault of his life.