Cam paused, hands braced on top of the flaps of a cardboard box. He didn't want to talk about this. He just wanted to do his job but Dylan... Dylan deserved some kind of answer. Dylan had made Dave happy, almost as happy as being with Marc had made the dead- Cam shuddered and willed himself not to finish that thought. "What happened?" His voice felt like it echoed through his mind, not really aware of anything that was going on.
"I was at the counter. Marc came in, holding a bundle of sheets. He gave me a note to post. Said congratulations. He went downstairs. And the protocol binder told me to pack up this apartment. So I am." He blinked at Dylan. "Are you alright?" It was said lamely but what else could Cam do? He had his own issues; he couldn't be coaching Dylan through this.