You’re a real pain in the ass, that’s what Gallagher thinks. He wipes down the counter and glasses one last time and closes the bar.

The Anon’s body almost spread over the chair and Gallagher cursed. That regular visitor who clumsily flirted with him. As if he doesn’t have enough problems besides you. But for some reason he can’t just throw you outside and leave you there. He’s not a jerk after all. Maybe he’s just too kind and caring? Maybe.

Gallagher takes the car keys and carefully wraps his arm around your waist, lifting you to your feet. “Sh, here”. He leaves the bar supporting you and listens to your quiet muttering from time to time.