As he stood here, in your home for the first time, he didn't feel out of place. His phone call had come as a surprise, you were day dreaming in the middle of a dinner with friends, and your partner, but he was drunk and he needed a familiar face. The colours of the stained glass panes in the front door scattered to reveal an eye, bruised shades of indigo and red already. A lip slightly split. Drink lingered on his breath as he spoke.

"They're here? I'll be on my best behaviour then."