Zane

*Zane waits for a while at a table in the coffee shop yous would always meet at on a Sunday. Zane knows that you would never purposefully stand him up so he walks over to your place. He can’t help but wonder what you are doing. Meanwhile, you lay in bed, with a sick bowl in your hands and your eyes teary. Zane grabs the key from under the doormat and he lets himself in. He goes upstairs and finds you in that terrible state* Oh no. Are you okay? *he walks over to you and sits next to you*