He had wondered, in the first few days after finding the note, if Archer had been playing some sort of elaborate trick on him. It wasn't like him, at all, but the idea of the other other man simply up and leaving without so much as a word of warning seemed just as unlikely. So Ax had waited a few days before letting himself really believe it, and even then, even when the reality was settling in, he didn't have a damn clue as to what to do about it. The apartment was still filled with Archer's things (most of his things).

It begged the question of whether or not the stoic man would be coming back for them at some point. It seemed to reason that he'd have mentioned that in the note, or called Ax to let him know as much, but he hadn't. There was still a kitchen filled with plates, pots and pans, and utensils that did not belong to the one currently living there. The other bedroom still had a bed, a dresser, possibly more--Ax hadn't checked yet, it still seemed like something of an invasion.

Axton could be proactive about the whole thing, pack up Archer's things in boxes for him just in case he did come back. It was an option, but he was a little reluctant to go through with it as of yet. A niggling doubt still remaining on the validity of the note.

And that was another thing. The note looked like it was in Archer's hand writing, but was it? It just seemed incredibly out of character for him. Maybe Axton should head down to the police station, file a missing persons report.

With a sigh he pulled his phone out of his pocket, scrolling down his list of contacts until he reached Wren, Archer. It was barely up to his ear when a tone sounded, followed by a pre-recorded female voice telling him the number had been disconnected. He lowered the phone, staring at it a moment, before trying again; the same result.

It just....didn't feel right. Didn't really add up. So it was with a gruff sigh the blonde hauled himself back out of the apartment, note in hand, and headed down to the police station to file a report. Maybe it was nothing, and at worst he was wasting a little time, a little tax payer dollars and man power, but it'd rule out the possibility that something had happened to his roommate. And if not? Well, he'd have done all that he could do at that point.

While he walked he glanced down at the phone again, scrolling through his contacts until a different name showed up. This time, when he brought the phone up to his ear it rang. once, twice, until a familiar voice purred to life on the other end of the line, and he couldn't help the upward tick of lips that followed. "So, remember the note I said I found?"