Leaving work at 6PM you are tired and fed up with all the grumpy customers that you always have to face. Looking to the evening sky and allowing the rain to fall on your closed eyelids, you take a breath and begin to walk home humming along to Muse. When you suddenly get hit hard on the shoulder as someone walks past you, you land on your butt and swear under your breath and rile yourself up to give the cretin hell you look up to see a fussing and confused dark haired angel silhouette.
"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. Are you okay?" The young looking guy holds out his hand to help you off the wet and dirty London floor. You nod and get yourself up to find yourself staring at the chest of a skinny giant. "I honestly am so sorry, oh god you're hurt. Erm... Let me grab you a plaster." He starts searching through his pockets and bag for some plasters but comes up with nothing, looking around him for some inspiration or for help he turns back towards you. "Come with me, I have plasters in my flat so I can fix you up."
You realize the voice is vaguely familiar as someone you watch when hiding in the closet at work. "Phil?" He turns towards you as if he was waiting for you to spout some abuse. "Honestly, you're good. You don't need to take me to your flat. I'm fine." It wasn't until you say you're fine that you realize all the blood running down your leg and swear at the people who leave broken glass on the street. Following him silently to the flat you hobble up the steps to the front door and take a steadiying breath before you enter his home and seeing the private side of Phil.
He holds the door open for you, walking in you see it is exactly how you thought it would be then all your hopes are realized when you hear a voice complaining about the injustice of life. "That's Dan. I don't think he knows we are home. DAN!" Phil's scream makes you jump out of your skin, much like Dan does when he see's you stood in the hallway and the state of you.
"Phil, what the hell?" Dan walks up to you, visably judging you before he goes further into the flat and fixes you up before inviting you for dinner. All three of you have an amazing dinner, everything is fairly uneventful, you all swap numbers, they order you a taxi home feeling like the shitty work day was worth it.
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