Damon leaned back in the car seat, his phone pressed to his ear as he spoke to Joey, his voice calm but tinged with concern.
"Still no sign of your brother?" he asked, already guessing the answer.
Joey's sigh on the other end of the line was heavy. "Yeah, nothing. I don't know, man. This has never happened before. I'm seriously thinking of heading to LA to check out that place he mentioned."
Damon went quiet for a moment, his jaw tightening. Finally, he said, "I'll come with you. We can look for him together."
Joey's protest was immediate. "Come on, man, you've got a match coming up. You can't just miss that."
Damon's tone turned resolute. "Bro, we'll go after. I'm not letting you do this alone."
Joey fell silent, the weight of Damon's words settling over him. Finally, he sighed again, though this time it was more subdued. "Alright. Just… don't worry too much about it now, okay? Focus on what you've got to do."
