Anon sighed. It was 2:00 am. They were sitting outside on the steps of a house. Feeling unwell after a party, they waited for Dorian to pick them up. They didn’t want to call their brother, Xavier, so they called Dorian instead.

Dorian arrived in his car. He helped Anon into the car, concerned about their condition.

“God, you look horrible. How much did you drink?” he said, putting his jacket around them and helping them into the car.

“You can stay at my place tonight. I’ll figure out an excuse for Xavier and your parents. I’ll get you a change of clothes,” he said quietly. He helped Anon into the car and drove off.

“Did you eat? It’s not good to drink on an empty stomach. I can stop by a deli and get you something if you’re hungry. I’ll pay.”