After his forced early departure on Christmas, National Security had immersed himself in work. His initial irritation had evaporated fast when it turned out that the attention-seeker wasn't just an attention-seeker at all. Airport security was being upgraded, updated, restructured, improved. Never mind that the body scanners would end up causing frequent flyers a lot of health trouble on the long run. Since he hadn't been this busy in months, there wasn't much that could penetrate the bubble he had created around himself and even less of what did actually managed to get more than two seconds of his attention.
Ryan's phone calls eventually did. Jamie had considered the first one a mistake because Ryan never called. Then there were a couple more. When he tried to call back, it went straight to voice mail, and he let another day pass before he decided to check on the other man. They were moving troops, Afghanistan was still difficult, the whispers about Iran and Yemen were getting louder.
Military was too silent.
He wasn't sure if Ryan would appreciate a surprise visit - probably not - and Jamie didn't usually invade the other warmongers' privacy lightly but he didn't feel particularly guilty about it when he saw the state Ryan's home and Ryan himself were in.
"Ryan?" No answer.
Making his way towards the bed, Jamie tried not to step on the clothes or the glass splinters scattered across the floor and fought down the urge to pick anything up until he'd made sure that the other god was still alive.
"Ryan," he said a bit louder, dismissing the empty pill bottles for the moment, and reached out to give him a light shake.