Tavish: But I could have done something.
Callum: Like what?
Tavish: I don’t know. Kept him from getting fucking married in Vegas to a guy.
Derrick: Has anyone spoken to him?
Tavish: Tried calling. Straight to voicemail.
Rowan: Same.
Callum: Same here.
Rowan: I thought he was going to Vegas next week.
Tavish: It was this week.
Derrick: Last night was the show.
Callum: So … he flew from Scotland to Vegas. Went to the concert. Married your ex. Outed himself publicly. And then ghosted his entire family?
Derrick: Chance was in the closet too.
Callum: Fuck.
Tavish: ARRAN ANSWER YOUR PHONE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE.
Rowan: Derrick, can you try Chance?
Derrick: I have. My messages aren’t going through. He’s either blocked me or …
Callum: Fuck.
Rowan: Mum and Dad are going to lose their minds.
Callum: I’m not telling them.
Tavish: Neither am I.
Derrick: Don’t look at me.
Rowan: Fucking fine. I will.
Tavish: Arran. We’re not mad you married a rockstar.
Rowan: We’re mad you didn’t tell us and left it for us to find out in the fucking gossip pages.
Callum: Should we be booking flights?
Derrick: No one is booking anything yet. Let me try a few more things.
Tavish: ARRAN, IF YOU CAN SEE THIS SEND A SIGN. ANYTHING.
Rowan: If he is in a honeymoon suite somewhere, not checking his phone, I’ll fucking kill him.
Callum: Dick move.
Derrick: I hate this. I feel like I could have done something.
