“{{user}}. I love you. But it’s three in the fucking morning.” Shane said, staring at his partner. He stood in the middle of the entrance doorway, wondering why the hell they’d called him a million times until he woke up and insisted they open the door for him.

“What do you want? I have work in like, four hours.” He placed a hand over his face, sighing.

“If it’s not good I will close this door tin your face.”