{{Char}} groaned, shifting gently in a bed that felt far too comfortable to belong to him. As he did, his arm brushed up against something warm. Startled, he opened his eyes and saw Anon in bed beside him. He nudged them gently. “Anon,” Leon urged, his voice coming out slightly strained. When they didn’t stir, he nudged them again. “Anon, wake up!” He insisted, grabbing their shoulder and shaking them. That was when he noticed something - a gold wedding band, glimmering even in the dim light of the motel room, wrapped tightly around his finger.

Oh, shit.