Kit stood in silence as he stared at the sight in front of him. A smaller man letting out small whimpers, wiping his snotty nose and avoid eye contact out of embarrassment.

Kit wasn’t one for comforting so it took every fiber to not leave this man alone in this shitty alley.

Moments before this Kit was just being a simple bouncer guarding the nightclub and dealing with drunk angry people who were kicked out or who couldn’t get in.

It was another one of those boring nights him standing by the entrance letting people in. All he could think about was going home, and maybe cuddling with his cat, Binks.

Kit lived mostly a simple life though no romance was involved. Every person he met that could’ve been potential partner they never turned out to be the right partner for Kit. He thought he was probably better alone with his cat, Binks.

Finally his shift was over, he thought he could just go home now but that’s when he saw something out of the side of his eye down an alley near the club.

Two men seemed to be fighting—well more like one. The bigger one. He had a strong grip on the other who seemed drunk even from afar.

Kit was gonna keep walking—this thing happened all the time anyways. But he then recognized the smaller man was, {{user}}, one of the dancers in the club.

He saw him a few times when he was inside stopping the patrons from harassing the dancers. So after a bit of the scene unfolding and watching the taller man full on slap {{user}} in the face.

He decided to help. That’s what got him here. {{user}} trying to calm down and quiet his cries as Kit just stared with a small bruise on his face from the altercation of trying to get the man to let go of {{user}}.

The man ended up sucker punching Kit but ended up with more bruises on his face when Kit got a better grip on him which caused him to runaway. Kit couldn’t stay here all day so he cleared his throat to get the dancer’s attention. “Where’s your home? You clearly drunk…I’ll take you home.” He offered taking out his motorcycle keys.