Darling is careful when he enters his house, not wanting to cause any disturbance to the quiet nature of his home. He slips off his red boots, quietly closing the door behind him and locking it. The living is very dark, it seems not a soul is up. He places his black coat on the rack by the door, then places his boots in the coat closet. He had just come back from clubbing with some friends and now he wanted to rest. He rubs his arms, regretting wearing this sleeveless turtleneck tonight.