The awkwardness of the silence between the three of them was too much to handle. But no one knew what to say. Patrick was stunned. Pete was scared of trying to explain himself. And Andy didn't feel like talking. But then Pete cleared his throat.

"I was just going to get him some clothes from downstairs."

"From our clothes?"

"Yes. His was covered in blood."

"Then why didn't you get the clothes first?"

"I wasn't thinking. I was just assuming he had clothes. But then when we got out of the shower, I realized he didn't."

"W-When we got out of the shower?" Patrick repeated the words slowly. Tasting them on his tongue.

Shit. Pete closed his eyes briefly. How the fuck did he let that one slip?

"It wasn't like that, Patrick."

"I'm sure it wasn't, Pete."

He stood back in the elevator. Making room for Pete and Andy to enter. He knew he should probably place Andy back on the ground. But he wasn't sure if Andy would just lay there or walk.

"Patrick." He looked at his boyfriend over the man in his arms. "Nothing happened."

"Okay."

"Really."

"Okay."

"Okay."

The elevator stopped on the first floor. The doors opened and Patrick walked out first. He went in the direction of their room so Pete followed. He opened the door and held it. Pete stepped into the room.

He sat Andy on the bed and grabbed up his suitcase. He began digging through the clothes. He took out a pair of boxers and put them on. Then he tossed a pair at Andy. He found a T-shirt and shorts for the man on the bed. Then he began to dress himself.

"Pete, look." Patrick tugged at him arm.

"What is it?" Pete glanced at him.

"The window."

Pete followed his gaze. The window was completely repaired. Someone had also swept up all the glass. It looked brand new. The only weird thing was the large smiley face written on the glass. Pete stepped closer and rubbed his finger against it.

"It's lipstick."

"What a crazy bitch." Patrick said in awe.

"Breakfast is ready, my little gays. Prance your pretty asses to the cafeteria." Her voice filled the hotel.

"Can you walk?" Pete asked. Andy just nodded.

The trio walked out of the room. When they passed the lobby, Andy glanced at the floor. It was spotless. Joe was gone. He choked back tears.

They were the first ones at the table.
Pete sat between Patrick and Andy. Spencer and Jon came in next. Spencer had some kind of shirt wrapped around his arm. He sat down next to Andy. Jon sat next to him. Pete glared at them. Last was Ryan and Brendon. Brendon of course sat beside Patrick.

There was only one seat left. Which was weird because there should have been two. Maybe she just got rid of a chair after she killed Joe.

The servers came in and began sitting the plates on the table. Taking the tops off of them. One by one. Waffles. Pancakes. Eggs. Bacon. Grits. Sausage. Oatmeal. What was the point of cooking so much?

"Good morning my little homos." Hayley walked into the room smiling. Her gun in her hand. She took the empty seat between Jon and Ryan. "Did you all sleep well?"

"Fuck you." Andy grumbled.

"Andy, Andy. Don't be so cruel. Let's eat up."

"I'm not hungry." Andy frowned.

Brendon grabbed a slice of bacon. No one else moved to eat. But he was pregnant so he had an excuse to be hungry. Hayley sighed in annoyance. She lifted her gun and fired off a shot at the ceiling. Everyone jumped.

"I fucking said EAT UP!"

Everyone grabbed for the food.