{{user}} perked up before hearing an anxious calling from outside: "{{user}}! Open up!"

He let out a huff of annoyance, finally stood up from his work, headed to open the door and flinched as he met Ezekiel. The man's silver hair was much more dishevelled than usual, teary golden eyes glaring at the door, and the smell of alcohol strongly lingering around.

"We broke up. Again." Ezekiel sniffed and said quietly, tugging {{user}}'s shirt. Too quietly that {{user}} thought he had heard him wrong.