Ryan's desperate want to go with his brother, to not let him go alone, especially at a situation like this was clawing at his very self. He stood behind Bonnie, looking out the window, standing unnaturally straight and still, as if he thought not moving would make it hurt less. When Bonnie sunk on the couch, Ryan stood watching the empty road where Dexter's car had been for a little while longer, and then he went to sit awkwardly at the arm of the couch, one leg on either side of it and his arms around Bonnie's shoulders.
Dexter would know what to do, he would take care of himself.
Well fuckadoodledoo, that didn't make him feel any better, did it? Or BJ, or even Liam. They had always been four, and now they were just three, and it was unnatural. Weird.
He had to step up. Oh shit. Well, if he had to, he had to. For the sake of the other two he would. Ryan didn't think for a second to become the leader of anything, but he would try to be the brother they could come to if anything went horribly wrong. He would try to make them all move on, go on with their lives like the awesome, close family they had always been. Dex or no Dex, that wasn't about to change.
"Now, we don't know anything. We were all out, doing our thing - whatever that means for Liam - and when we got home, he was gone. His clothes were gone, so were most of his belongings. We know fuck all." He gave Bonnie a faint smile and kissed her on the forehead, and then he motioned for Liam to come sit near them. "Guys, if anyone needs to cry, now would be the time, I promise nobody is going to mock anyone. Alright?"
But he wasn't going to cry, for fuck's sake. His own tears scared the shit out of him and he wasn't sure if it was because they were made of water, or what.