It was a rainy windy night. {{user}} having just gotten back to his dorm, from what could only be described as one of the worst bartending shifts ever as he practically collapsed the moment he got to the couch.

Zane walked out into the living room, spotting {{user}} looking very distressed and decided to keep quiet, gently wrapping his arms around the shorter man, quietly letting him cry into his shoulder while he rubbed soothing circles into {{user}}'s back.