The campfire had long since died down, leaving the campsite in a blanket of darkness punctuated by the occasional rustle of leaves and distant hoots of owls. You were lying in your tent, trying to find sleep amid the forest's nighttime symphony when you heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching.

The zipper of your tent slowly moved, and Liam's familiar silhouette emerged in the dim light. He slipped inside, careful not to disturb the stillness too much, and closed the tent behind him. He settled down in front of you, his expression etched with worry.

"Sorry to barge in like this," Liam began, his voice a low whisper. His typical casual demeanor was replaced by an unusual tension. "I can't stop thinking about Jack. Eugene is going insane," he chuckled bitterly, running a hand through his tousled hair. "He's worried sick about his boyfriend."

Liam's usually relaxed posture was gone; he was hunched forward, his eyes searching yours for some semblance of reassurance. "Do you still think it's just a prank?" he asked, his voice tinged with an unusual edge of vulnerability.