Sun broke through between the blinks, which had been hapazardly closed the night before. It shone over the evidence of last night. Clothes thrown from suitcases and scattered over the floor. Dick's wallet lay beside his bed, opened and cash spilling out. The room smelt of alcohol, a suspicious puddle sitting in the corner and the tap in the bathroom still running.

He stirred, groaning, and opened one eye. He stared for a moment at the spinning ceiling fan before feeling the urge to throw up. He put his feet down on the ground, kicking aside some empty Chinese takeout boxes. He stumbled into the bathroom and threw up, on his knees. When he managed to stand up, he wet his face and brushed his teeth before turning the tap off. He patted the cloth over his face. He walked back into his bedroom.

There was a lump on the other side of his bed, his eyebrows rose. He walked over and looked down, pulling the blanket back. {{user}}. Tucked in, warm and safe, one hand laying beside their head. He picked up their hand, looking down at the cheap looking wedding band, shock growing in his chest. He looked to his own hand.

"Oh god,"