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He'd been away for maybe a week. He'd not expected to come back to half a building sitting in what was once an empty cornfield.

Otto spent the majority of his walk back to the main hub of Deus inwardly listing off people he'd need to check on. All he'd gotten from the hunters near the portal was skim details of what had happened, and that there had been loss of life. Risk was always high on the island. As a hunter, death and chaos were normal. But it was never something Otto could consider normal. Not buildings flung into a cornfield, and not coming home to a few less hunters milling the halls.

His stomach twisted, half from hunger but mostly with worry. The blond pushed through the doors of the main building after spending a solid five minutes gaping at where the Life Labs used to be. Technically it was still there, just most of it had been relocated.

Inside, hunters ran around. All focused and busy on their Divisional tasks at hand. Otto felt in the way and useless as he snuck through the rushing hunters. Tense, anxious and distracted, he tried to make his way to a certain someone's room.

He didn't even have to knock. Didn't even get to his door before the familiar mop of black hair stepped outside. Otto's quick steps slowed as he got close, his pounding heart changing from panic to excitement. Excitement he tried to hide with a scowl.

"I.. I came back a little bit early." He grumbled, trying to pretend like he hadn't been rushing to check on him. He stopped a few feet from Chance, looking over the man's face for any signs of trouble. None seemed apparent. After some consideration, and all attempts to play it cool died off, he stepped forward to wrap the man in a hug and give him a long kiss Hello.

Otto shrugged, glancing off to the side. "Everythin's fine. Just was... maybe a little bit worried." He looked up at Chance again, narrowing his eyes. He held up a hand, bring his thumb and forefinger close together in a gesture. "Just a little bit."

Feeling a little bit self conscience, he slipped out of Chance's grasp, adjusting the bag on his shoulder with an indignant sniff. "I mean I come back and see half a ********' building in a cornfield, so I started wondering what else might be out of place, so whatever..."

"A little!" He made sure to remind the man, his frown looking less than intimidating. He idly stepped into Chance's room, dropping his bag on the floor. "Were you going out somewhere?" He asked, remembering Chance had actually been about to leave his room before Otto intercepted him.

He was glad that Chance had been off island as well. The two of them could be clueless as a team, at least. Personally, he felt like he'd had enough excitement for one year already, without more disasters happening.

"I ain't sure either. I'll check later." As far as he could tell, certain divisions were being assigned specific tasks. Meaning he and Chance would have similar duties to attend to.

Anything Chance did usually made butterflies flap around in his stomach, even something as simple as fixing a stray strand of hair. It was stupid. It was dumb. Feelings were dumb, and Chance was the dumbest feeling of all.

"Back at you." He grumbled, scratching behind his ear. "I'll need to text a bunch of other people to make sure they're okay. Having more than one friend is exhausting."

"It is." He agreed easily, with a haughty air of arrogance. "I dunno why you bother, really." His arms crossed, keeping up his stubborn body language even after the affectionate kiss to his head. Even behind closed doors, sometimes Otto found himself lapsing into his usual walls between himself and others, even if it had been chipped to nothing more than a chain link fence at this point. Sometimes his own feelings for Chance were just too alive and bubbling to deal with, so he locked them, dealing with them later. Otherwise he'd be a bumbling mess of babbling conversation and nervous heartbeats.

"I'd ask on Twitter, but.." He shrugged. Last thing he wanted was to start a chain link roll call on social media. He'd simply have to mass text those he was most concerned about. "Doesn't matter. I'll get around to it."

"Well that's dumb." Otto chided with some humour, even if his face didn't show it. While he didn't always smile or show any sort of assurance he was happy, everything Chance said or did was always welcome and appreciated.

He gave a shrug to Chance's question, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. "It was fine. Mostly just pest control. Keeping shadowlings away from some temp bases here and there." Easy stuff, even if Otto wasn't all that great at fighting; his strength halved because of a troublesome key in his hand. It was no brainer work, which Otto appreciated as time went by, more and more. Think work was no good for a man as fickle and indecisive as Otto Graves.

"How you been?"

"I missed you too." He murmured, scratching his reddening ear. He didn't need to spend every waking moment with Chance, but it didn't stop him from thinking about him everyday. "Maybe the next outpost we'll have together."