"Take Bren with you." Jon adds as he reaches back his hand holding Brendon's wrist loosely, tugging the younger boy forward. The younger boy makes a face.

"I'm not built for cliched work. I'm a unique and special snowflake." Brendon says, poking his tongue out at Jon. The older man just smiles and releases Brendon's wrist, sliding the pole for the tent out of the boy's hand.

"Go on and help Ryan, snowflake." Jon teases, swatting at Brendon's ass playfully. Ryan smiles and reaches out offering his hand for the younger boy to take. Brendon does and he allows Ryan to lead him up the slight slope of hills that surround the clearing that makes up their camp.

"What kind of sticks do people use for fires?" Brendon asks, Ryan shrugs. He's not a big fan of camping and he most certainly never did it when he was a kid, save for the few times with Spencer.

"Dry ones, I know that much."

Brendon wanders away from Ryan, head ducked as he scans the wooded area for wood. Ryan watches as Brendon makes his way to a thick tree and h