Iain watched Stephen go, then turned back to Lachlan. "Yes," he said simply, heading toward the bathroom. He went inside, closed the door, and dumped the contents of the baggie into the toilet. He flushed them away, and then, just to be safe, the actual bag as well.
He washed his hands, then leaned against the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He looked tired and drawn, which matched how he felt. And who could blame him? He'd just found out his brother was literally addicted to his boyfriend, and that that was even possible. He was still struggling to wrap his head around that.
He came back out and sat down, his stomach rumbling at the thought of food. He really needed to eat if they were going to keep talking.