He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes, starting making his way past two in the morning; he hasn't been sober for days. Leaning out into the breeze, remembering Sunday he falls to his knees; they had breakfast together but two eggs don't last like the feeling of what he needs. Now this place seems familiar to him, he pulls on his hand with a devilish grin; he led him upstairs, left her dying to get in ~