Connor had a single train of thought as he rushed out the door: whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck.
"Oh hey Connor." Gabe shouted from the couch, having heard the door being blown open. He was sprawled out on the couch with a box of frozen waffles at his side, mindlessly chowing down whilst some anime blared on the TV.
"Hey, uh, Gabe?"
"Yeah dude?"
"What the hell happened last night?"
"Well, you walked in at, oh, 3 AM, with that peppermint punk in your arms, reeking of absinthe and jack. You took 'em into your room and uh, i might've followed you, just to make sure nothin' bad happened, and uh..."
"Oh god..."
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