Evan's POV:

I stood leaning against the door looking at Ryan who looked rather exhausted.

He was sitting at the edge of the bed with his hands pressed on his forehead.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked reluctantly.

"No, what's wrong with you?" He asked back as he dropped his hands and sat upright to face me.

"Or better still let me ask you this. How do you do it?" He asked seriously.

"Do what?" I asked back.

"Look, it's been weeks since everything was finally finalized ...