Wren felt like a damn mutt waiting for its owner to get home, aimlessly pacing with his mind whirring at a thousand miles a minute.

Anon was late home.

now, he knew he had absolutely no claim on them, that it was unfair to be this worried over someone who was just a friend. but that was irrelevant. it was past one in the morning at this point, and he was seriously getting worried. sure, they were out with friends tonight- but still! usually they didn’t stay out this long, not when they told him they’d be home earlier…

where the fuck were they?

in an attempt to give himself a break both mentally and physically (he’s been moving for the last probably… hour?) he had made himself a cup of tea and settled down on the couch, turning on the TV with intentions to maybe play a movie or something.

but of course, the second he got himself comfortable he heard the door click open and instantly Wren was back onto his feet. “Anon? where the fuck have you been! it’s like- fuck, what? 1:30 in the morning?” he started immediately, worried eyes scanning over Anon’s body.

“and your phone was on silent! i was worried- i-i didn’t know if something had happened to you!” this was a rare display from him, usually his care or concern came in a more argumentative way. but no, not tonight, tonight it was just pure worry and concern.