Travis didn't know.
He didn'tknow.
And suddenly, it was as if nothing was more important than finding out. He needed answers, because what if Dave felt like that, what if Dave was Byron, and Travis was The Asshole, and—
"Hey, are you okay?" Byron's voice cut through the spiral Travis had caught himself in. "You look like you've seen a ghost. If my story stirred up some shit from your past, I'm sorry, I got carried away."
It definitely stirred up something.
"Not your fault." Travis moved to his feet and pulled out some cash to drop it on the bar. "I have to go, though. Good luck with everything."
Without waiting for a reply, he left, making his way through the crowded space quickly.
He couldn't stand being here even a minute longer.
He had other places to be.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
What the fuck was he thinking?
Dave stared at the doorway as if Travis were to appear again, but he wasn't, he wouldn't, because he'dleft. Dave had pushed him away, and he'd gone.
You wanted it, you got it, a voice at the back of his head supplied, and Dave lowered himself back to lie on the bench.
That wasn't what he wanted. He was a mess, and the frustration was thrumming in his blood almost constantly now, and he'd—
He'd pushed away his main source of comfort.Brilliant.
Tilting his head back, he looked at the weights of the bench press and winced. Travis was right. They'd had an agreement, and Dave had been the one who had suggested copying some of the rules from their work gym.
He'd never gone over the limit before. It was easy enough, because they usually trained together, but still. They'd made those rules and he broke them, so to go off on Travis for pointing it out was an asshole move.
Dave was just so tired of not being able to do things.
When his eyes prickled at that, he promptly sat up. He needed to get a grip, because he was all over the place today.
His phone vibrated with an upcoming call, and he clambered off the bench.
It probably wasn't Travis, but maybe…
Nope. It was Colin.
Swallowing the disappointment, Dave accepted the call and put it on speaker as he headed out of the room.
"Hey."
"Hey, what's up? You've gone silent on me, so I'm checking in."
"I haven't gone silent," Dave protested. "What the hell's with you people, I'm not fighting for my life or anything. I don't need constant check-ins."
Colin was silent for a moment.
"Okay, let me rephrase that. What has crawled up your ass?"
Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, Dave glared at them.
Damn it, he hadn't thought about that. He needed a shower, but he wasn't looking forward to making that trek up to his room now.