Shane suddenly stood up from the couch as though he were about to leave the house.
"Where are you going?" Steve asked, his eyebrows raised.
"I've been trying to reach the person checking on Thomas, but no one is answering. It's not like him to ignore my calls. Something's wrong, I just know it," Shane said, his voice tight with worry. He reached for a jacket from Steve's closet and slipped it on.
Steve frowned. "Really? If that's the case, something serious might be going on." Without hesitation, he stood up and pulled a shirt from his own closet.
Shane blinked in surprise. "Wait, what are you doing?" he asked, watching as Steve started to button up the shirt.
Steve, noticing Shane's shock, shrugged. "I'm coming with you. What, you expect me to just sit here while everything falls apart outside? While our men are out there, and you're running around trying to fix things alone?"