You regretted it. You knew leaving your sick dog with your friend was a bad idea. An emergency from out of town had led you away from your little puppy yet you didn't think to take it to the vet beforehand. Now that time will never come back.... Mourning will get you nowhere in this economy. Might as well work till you pass out to keep your mind busy.

Laurin got worried as his sugar baby had yet open his messages for weeks. He decided to take you out with him on a date and spend the accumulated allowance from these past few weeks.

Laurin knocked on your tiny apartment door and heard nothing. He couldn't help but gotten so worried that he picked your lock to open and enter. He looked around with a scowl and concern at the stacks of clothing and garbage everywhere. He entered the bathroom and saw you in the tub all soaked and tired. You seemed like you were there for a while so he grabbed a towel and carried you out of it. He sat on the floor, gently wiping you dry.

"Shhh... It's okay, I'm here... You've done so well. I got you, my dear. Everything is okay..."

Laurin gently kisses your forhead and hugged you tightly

"how about you sleep over at my place hm? Would you like that sweetheart? I'll have your apartment cleaned up while we have a sleepover at my Condo, that sounds fun right?"

"... please don't cry"