Brea did not really have any plans for the day. He was going to hang out with Logan once she finished shopping with her sister, but otherwise he didn't have anything going on. All his practices had finished for the summer, which meant he could basically get away with doing absolutely nothing until he had to make himself presentable for his girl. In all honesty, he was a little lost without Logan, which was truly a testament to how hard he had fallen for her. While Brea was no stranger to relationships, not even a stranger to love, he had never felt something like he felt with Logan. He'd never had the desire to spend every waking moment with someone before, no matter how great they were, but now he found himself missing her more than was probably acceptable when she was away.
Despite this listlessness, he'd hung out with Colt a bit before finally retreating into his game room. His friend had followed, playing a few rounds of a fighting game, before deciding he was hungry and going to retrieve them some sustenance. Which is when things took a rather drastic, not to mention unexpected, turn. Brea was in the middle of a heated battle with the game's boss when he heard yelling outside the room. Typically he kept it sealed so the movies or games being played didn't disturb those who might be in the main room, but with just he and Colt there it hadn't been necessary. Recognizing Logan's voice was a surprise, as he hadn't anticipated her being done this early, but it was the tone that caused him to abandon the controller and jump to his feet.
Brea didn't hesitate to emerge from the magical room, his fear only increasing when he saw the look on her face. A coldness swept through him, his stomach plummeting as a sense of dread followed suit. His arms immediately wrapped around Logan, feeling the way she shook in his arms and immediately starting to run his own over her back in an attempt to soothe her. Colt's face wasn't doing anything to ease his fear, and the panic in his girlfriend's face only drove home that something was very, very wrong.
The confusion mingled with his worry as she began to speak, and Brea found himself struggling to keep up with her panicked words. The sobs tore at his heart, and he ran a hand through her hair gently as he tried to comfort her despite how very confused he now was. His gaze flicked to Colt, both concerned for his friend's reaction and wondering if he had any more of an idea about all of this than he did. Obviously whatever these starhunters were, they weren't good. Brea didn't need to be a genius to figure that out. Still, as she suddenly started to tug him towards the door, he resisted the pull with a gentle word. "Logan," he said, speaking calmly, but firmly enough to stop her movements. "Start for the beginning, okay? What happened to Corey? What is a star hunter? We can't find her if we don't know what's going on." His hand made its way through her hair gently, eyes fixed on hers in an attempt to center her a little bit.