Shutting Out of the Asylum
"Hey? Rome?"
He figured Seth would do this: wake him up at an unholy hour with the need to talk. He knew the smaller man went to sleep with a troubled mind. "I'm up," It was a deep tired groan but Reigns sat up. Rollins would get no rest if he didn't address it. "I'm up. What's going on?" He couldn't bring himself to open his eyes but, he was wake enough.
Seth stopped his pacing about the room in favor of sitting at the foot of the bed. "If you know something about somebody that you probably shouldn't know, do you tell them? Or do you ignore it?"
"Are you asking what I would do?" Roman tried to blink some alertness into his mind. "Uh..." He ran his big hand down his face. "Personally, I think I would make sure I have it right before I say anything to them. I'd hate for it to blow up in my face, you know."
"But," Seth had to interject lightly, "what if you can't get it right until they know you know?"
"Then tell them." Reigns carelessly shrugged. He really hoped Seth didn't expect too much more from him. It was way too early in the morning.
Rollins didn't respond for a while, Roman giving in to his drowsiness and rolling back over into his pillow. Seth didn't even try to wake him. He chose to hit the light switch and lay himself down. Maybe he'd sleep on the decision to make: ask Dean about the note, or pretend he never even knew it existed.
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"So what do you think about having counseling sessions again?"
Ambrose bit down on his sub and stopped midway. "What?" He eyed Seth apprehensively and matched Roman's curious gaze. What a very odd question to spring around the dinner table.
"I was just thinking..." Almost not wanting to ask again, Seth shrugged and picked with his own sandwich. "You know, with you starting work and all, I just thought it would be a good way to let some steam go. Sitting down and having a session once a week or whatever."
While he normally would've considered the offer, the presentation was subpar. Something nagged at him about what the actual motivation was for the offer—especially with the other man somewhat avoiding eye contact. Seth had been acting kind of off the past few days already so the strange question was only made stranger.
Ambrose gave a skeptical look to Roman, who only shrugged in confusion as well. Guess he wasn't in on the proposal either. "Uh," he started, "I don't know, Seth. Why have a formal session when I can do what I've been doing and just talk to you guys after work?"
"It's not like I'd file them or an—"
"And," Ambrose interrupted, "I'd have to talk about my feelings." He rolled his eyes. "And I'm going to hate being forced to talk." The next words were a borderline warning, emphasis being put on 'hate'.
Luckily for Dean, Seth didn't push for confrontation. He just gave a look—sympathetic maybe?—and went back to his dinner. What was that? Before he could possibly probe the information out however, Roman brought up a different, rather mundane topic for the table to discuss.
The strange occurrence only turned out to be the first of many for the following week. Dean would usually catch Seth eyeing him with this weird longing glance, or the young doctor looked to be about to ask something but would instead inwardly sigh. Every time Seth did speak, this goofy forced smile eased its way on the now annoying mug and his words were discomfortingly soft. As a whole it was just unsettling. Being out of the house, Reigns didn't seem to notice any of the funny business.
Randy, on the other hand, wasted no opportunity in giving Dean underhanded words of advice. Always things like, "There's a reason he's acting weird," or "I'd check my privacy if I were you". As much as he wanted to ignore the snake, it became increasingly harder with each little instance from Seth. The validity of the claims were something to consider. I mean, who knew Rollins better than the guy he grew up with, right? Right?
All in all, his home life became a bit maddening so he had much reprieve going to work. No overly-flirtatious and shifty brothers, no overly-concerned stares—just him and the youth that came to like him. Not that their acceptance mattered…much.
Dean couldn't deny that he was a little more than content about being allowed in their circle. Most of the kids were pretty interesting and he could relate to them. Ambrose had no problem giving out the down-to-earth advice the youth couldn't get from a professional like Regal. So he felt like they regarded him highly. It was a big ego trip and maybe the reason he grew to enjoy his job.
Or maybe it was simply that being the head of the pack was nostalgic. He was once a gang leader after all. Heaven forbid he turned the halfway house into a Switchblade reincarnate. He could only imagine William's reaction to that. Surprisingly though, the older doctor probably would leave it at a good reprimanding and leave them to their devices. He was a softie—even if it was an act. Even if he didn't trust the guy.
Everything in Dean wanted to keep saying that as well but lately he wasn't so sure. Regal just seemed so docile: hardly ever rattled, always willing to do favors, almost always excited for one accomplishment or another. And, while he didn't want to let his guard down, Ambrose was getting really comfortable with that.
"Ambrose, do you need a ride home since it's early? Mr. Reigns doesn't get off for a couple more hours, correct?"
Always willing to do favors. Dean smirked and closed his last folder for the day. "Yeah." Hmph, he was probably just looking for solace in the wrong place. Sure, he didn't mind blaming it on that. He was just taken in by the ruse is all, nothing else. Grabbing his things and saying his farewells, Dean followed Regal to his car.
It was always a slow cruise with William behind the wheel; he was never in a rush to be anywhere simply because he left places early so he could take his time. Hands on ten and two, seatbelt locked in, and upright position: Regal was always as prim and proper as he could be. "Are you hungry?"
"Nah," Ambrose leaned his seat back and folded his arms behind his head. "I ate a big lunch."
Regal 'tsked' and gave a knowing glance to the younger man. "Rollins may have prepared you a big lunch but you didn't eat it. You gave it to Enzo and Colin during your lunch break."
Not expecting that, Dean tried again to recover. "Seth probably made dinner."
"You said he doesn't start preparing dinner until his last session is complete which won't be for another hour or so. Am I right?" The insightful smirk that came from the man was only met with a brash soft curse from Ambrose, his frustration growing lightly. "Let me buy you something. A sandwich at least."
"No thanks," it was more of a grumble than anything. "I'm not hungry." He scoffed under his breathe. "And how do you know any of that?"
William looked completely clueless. "Know what?"
"You know what I mean. The time Roman gets off, or when Seth cooks, or how much I eat. Stuff like that. You keepin' tabs on me, old man?"
William chuckled then. "No, dear boy." He shrugged a bit and kept his smile. "I just remember them. You may not be one of my clients but I try to remember things you've told me and things I observe from you."
It was funny that Regal didn't seem to actually remember him.
"It's not that I'm keeping tabs on you, Ambrose. More so, as my assistant, I want to be able to tell when you aren't normal."
He was never 'normal'.
"Like now. You seem to be troubled lately."
Ah, so this is where the conversation was heading. Ambrose did his best not to let on that he was in fact troubled, instead forcing his body to relax more in the passenger seat. "What makes you say that?"
Sensing the barrier about to come up, William eased away from his original approach. "Just an old man's hunch." Regal chuckled, using Dean's earlier words. "I could always be wrong. But…" The car came to a stop and Ambrose realized where they were. Home already, huh? Dean sat his seat up and opened the door, about to step out when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning to Regal, he actually met the pale blue eyes. He met the genuine tenderness. He met the overbearing level of concern. Not the pitying sympathy Seth's came to adopt but honest regard for his wellbeing. It was a look that was hard to fake. "Just like the young ladies and gentlemen at the house, you've become family to me. I consider you like a son, Ambrose. If there is ever anything you need, know that you can come to me." With a smile too sweet for words, Regal ruffled Dean's hair and allowed him to leave the car. Giving a final wave, he cruised off down the street.
He was stuck. Didn't move from the curb, just stood there thinking.
Did…what was that? And what was the weird feeling in his chest? Was he actually happy about the words? No, he couldn't be. He absolutely couldn't be. He didn't need Regal's comfort and it surely didn't want his concern. Ugh, maybe he was just getting pulled in too deep in his job. It was making him lose focus of why he even took the job. William was making it real hard to even want to kill him.
Dean was so internally confused, he didn't even notice the other car quickly coming to a halt until the man driving hopped out and approached. "Yo, Ambrose." It took Dean a moment to register the presence until a manila envelope was hastily placed in his hands. "Roman asked me to get this stuff for him a little while ago. Could you make sure you get it to him."
He didn't even get to greet Punk correctly, the man seeming to be in a rush. The lawyer was already nearly back to his car. "What's this?" Dean called.
"Just some information. Hey, make sure Seth doesn't get to it." Punk jumped his ride and rolled down his window, giving an "It was nice seeing you again by the way," before taking off.
It was weird how the man flew through but he chalked it up to lawyer stuff. They were always on the move in the TV shows. Satisfied with his own explanation that left Dean to focus on the other curious matter. What could possibly be in the thick envelope? All he knew was it was information Roman wanted and information Seth wasn't supposed to know about. Considering, he had free reign to allow his imagination to wonder.
Just as he went to open it, he heard his name being called from the house. From the front door, Seth gave a wave and Dean returned it halfheartedly, remembering why he didn't want to be home. Seeing Seth disappear from the doorway, Ambrose went back to scanning the package in his hands. Guess he'd have to wait to see what was inside. Maybe after dinner.
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Dean sat on his bed, lounging back against the pillows as he read through and annotated some of the information in Seth's psychology books. It was funny yet amazing to think that the man hadn't noticed their disappearance yet. What's more, Ambrose amazed himself. Never would he have guessed he'd have the capacity to understand this type of information on his own. Impaired by the mind-numbing monotony of the asylum as well as the daily dosage of medication, he had been so long without concrete knowledge. There was a slight thirst. And besides that, it just interested him. Being able to understand and put name to the behavior he often observed was a bit liberating. He could understand why Rollins enjoyed his work.
Dean put the book down and sat up. Thinking of the doctor brought him back to a certain envelope. Since he brought it in the house it stayed on his nightstand. He'd glanced at it numerous times but refrained from touching it. He tried to convince himself he wasn't interested in it but that was useless. It only made him more curious of the contents. What could it possibly be? What?
Ambrose stopped his staring as he heard footsteps begin to climb down his stairs. Swiftly he placed the envelope under his books and lied back to feign relaxation, closing his eyes and humming.
There was a deep rumble of a chuckle as his bed dipped. "It's just like you to eat and go to sleep."
The patient only groaned, putting a sneer on his face. "You're interrupting said sleep." He lifted his arms to fold them behind his head and snuggle deeper into his bed. "So get lost, will you?"
Roman gave another chuckle and shoved Ambrose over, scooting up beside him to mimic the earlier position. He let out a sigh as he rested his head in his hands. "This bed is great."
"Excuse you." Dean used his knee to try and shove the other away but Reigns let out another sigh and planted himself deeper into the comfy bed. Seeing that his method wasn't working, Ambrose sat up and used his hands to push the man. "You can't just invite yourself into people's beds!"
"But I'm tired," the larger man whined playfully, doing his best to be unmoved by Dean.
Finally giving in due to Reigns not moving, the patient groaned and went back to lounging. "Geez, you act like a punk sometimes!" He barked, very little malice behind the words. In fact, he didn't even mind at all—and he knew Roman knew.
Reigns only chuckled some more, sitting up and patting Dean's stomach. "You babysit punks all day. You should be used to it." He looked over the books on the bed impressively, opening one with dozens of sticky notes hanging out. "Wow." He flipped through more pages, intrigued by the material. "This is some complex stuff." Ambrose only smirked, pursing his lips to say something snappy until Roman commented. "Seth said you were hitting the books hard."
All thoughts of a remark left Dean, the patient tilting his head in thought. How did Seth know? He stopped himself from thinking too hard. Maybe the doctor just so happen to notice their absence and surmise that the books were in Ambrose's possession. Yeah…that had to be it. Attempting to change the subject, Ambrose closed the book. "What are you even doing down here? Shouldn't you be somewhere turning pink under Randy's arm or something?"
"Ouch," Reigns mocked hurt, moving a hand down to his chest. "At least Randy compliments me," he teased. Roman reached a hand over and pinched Dean's cheek hard, smiling deviously. "Don't tell me you're jealous." Ambrose scoffed and smacked the hand away, favoring it for punching Roman in the chest. Reigns caught the fist before it could retreat, bringing the knuckles up to kiss them lightly. "You don't have to be."
"It's not me you should worry about." Dean rolled his eyes and snatched his hand away, channeling the feelings from his other housemate. "Seth's the one with the little green-eyed monster."
"Really now?" Roman grinned a little wider, the information stirring something in his mind. "He told you that?"
Ambrose plucked the other man on the forehead, scolding him. "Yeah and that's not something to be smiling about."
"But that means he's jealous," Roman sounded too happy for what he was saying. "And that means he'll get angry soon." Dean's face showed that he couldn't understand why Roman wanted that so the man went on. "Look Dean, I really want him to open up more. He's already been jealous with Sandow over you. That's why he wrecked his office." Oh yeah. Ambrose honestly blocked out a lot of his past in the asylum. Purposely. "And I don't know…" Almost embarrassedly, Reigns rubbed his neck. "It's just refreshing that he's jealous over me."
Geez, could Roman be any more of a teddy bear right now? "Idiot." Dean let the word out with a sigh, shoving the other man a little. "You two really need to talk some things out. Communication. And you better hope that jealousy thing doesn't backfire."
"Thank you, Dr. Ambrose." The mocking tone was more teasing than anything as Roman rolled off Dean's bed. "Should I take two and call you in the morning?" A pillow being launched at him was dismissal enough for larger man, Roman blowing a kiss to Ambrose and retreating to bed.
Dean went to continue his note taking and noticed the envelope. Man, still forgot to give Roman the package. He contemplated calling the other back down but instead voted against it. He'd just give it to him in the morning. Because if he held it any longer, he may have been tempted to read the thing—just as he was now.
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The next day was a bit hectic, all the men having woken up late and rushed to prepare. At each of their respective jobs, there was a stressful situation. The end result: a trio of frustrated men. And sensing that, Randy knew there was only so much he needed to do. So he waited for his best moment, when all the men were tiredly sitting around in the kitchen to decide dinner among their venting of the days issues.
From the other room, the snake overheard enough to surmise the happenings. Ambrose apparently had a file he stolen from his office and he had to run around interrogating everyone, which in turn made all his subsequent appointments run late—many of the youth canceling in response to his tardiness. Then he had to listen to a long spiel from Regal about the importance of punctuality.
Seth had a slightly different situation, the higher ups calling for an impromptu inspection of his office as well as an evaluation of a few patients he cared for. And with his late start on the day, he scrambled for preparation in both endeavors. Lastly, Randy was able to hear Reigns' plight: the man gained two new patients to add to his already full list. He was merely the interim nurse but that didn't mean he could slack on their extensive paperwork of medication—which only would become more tiresome since his cousins were going to a weeklong workshop.
For all three, everything seemed to have been going wrong. And their bad mood was exactly what Orton wanted.
"What about a pasta salad?" Rollins asked with a sigh of exhaustion.
Rollins' string of bad suggestions seemed to have put even Roman a bit closer to the edge, but Dean was first to snap. He slammed his hands down on the table earning a groan from Reigns. "I need meat, Seth! I don't care how you prepare it, but I need meat!"
"Hey! Don't raise your voice at me!" The doctor yelled in irritation. "At least I'm trying to figure out something! You two jus—"
"I'm not in this." Roman interrupted, massaging his temple deeply in his hands. "I could go to sleep without eating honestly."
"Then why didn't you?" Seth rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath. He was so close to just flipping the bird to both his comrades and turning in.
Then Randy came barging in and he immediately turned on his heel to run. However, his brother was ever quicker, grabbing Seth by the shoulders. "Rough day?" Knowing he wasn't going to get an answer, Orton chose to massage the younger man's shoulders. "You look wore out."
He also knew his hands would get slapped away by the fiery youth. "Would you just stop?! Don't touch me!"
"Don't yell!" Roman growled through clenched shut eyes, the man gripping painfully at the top of his head.
Randy moved from Seth over to Roman. A soothing hand came up the big man's back. "You must've had one of those days too, huh?" All he got was a sigh from Reigns, Randy taking it upon himself to settle in a seat beside Roman.
That didn't sit well with Rollins, the doctor manually pulling Orton's seat away from Roman. He crouched in his face and stuck an accusatory finger. "You stay away from him because I'm not in the mood and—you know what?" He broke his own train of speech, jumping to annoyance again. "I'm sick of this buddy-buddy crap between you two, okay? So I'm not asking, I'm telling." He directed the finger towards the Samoan in warning. "You stay away from my brother."
The outrage spread from Roman to Dean instantly, both of them looking at one another in shock to the demand. In fact, before Rollins could turn back to scolding Orton, Roman stood up and snatched the man around by his shirt collar. "Who do you think you're talking to?!"
"Get your hands off me!" Seth hissed as he broke free. "And I'm talking to you! Randy comes and starts drooling over you, and you don't even have the brains to realize it!" He plucked Roman upside his head as he went on. "So I'm spelling it out for you. Really slow and really, really, loud!" Seth purposely shouted to aggravate the headache Reigns nursed, only for Roman to advance on him with malice in his eyes.
Luckily Ambrose stepped in between them with a Chinese food carryout menu in his hands. He sat it gently against Reigns' chest and pointed a finger of his own at Seth. "You made your point. It's over. Get the food ordered." With that settled, he moved to sit back down.
Seth gritted his teeth with refusal to pull out his phone. "You order it."
"Seth, I'm really not in the mood to listen to you whine and tell me what to do." It was a nonchalant answer to go with his less than spunky demeanor.
"And that's your problem, Ambrose." Rollins complained as he huffily gave in to the demand. "You never want to listen to what I tell you to do. But you'll listen to Roman just fine, won't you?" He spoke as if the name itself was distasteful as he pulled out his phone.
Dean was unnerved by the attitude, leaning back coolly in his chair. "I sure will. Because he says upfront what he means, why I should listen, and what he wants out of me." Ambrose leaned back up, calm anger and skepticism bubbling up inside him. "You on the other hand, hide a lot from me. I can't get you to tell me how I got that job, you won't tell me why you insist I have personal counseling sessions, you—"
"You didn't tell him what you found in his room either?" Randy's question was well-performed with amazing synthetic concern. But underneath, Seth could see the glints of malevolence that the cunning snake foresaw with his inquiry. Rollins cut his eyes at the older man, prepared to shut him up until he heard the legs of the chair slam against the hardwood floor.
"When were you in my room?"
Before he even turned around, Seth could feel the slow burn starting to peak. He could almost see the darkened features that were going to greet him when he finally turned. A soft curse and Rollins turned with pseudo irritation, unwilling to show how much he was beginning to sweat bullets. "It's my house."
This time it was Roman keeping the peace, having to jump up and throw himself between Seth and Dean. Ambrose strained to reach his hand far enough past the Samoan to maul the doctor. Roman was finally able to push the man back and Dean wasted no time in yelling. All the weird looks, Randy's words, everything just started to have a different negative light. "Why were you in my house, Rollins?!"
"Hey!" Seth's own shouting gave away his nervousness, his voice changing pitch a bit. "It's not like I wanted to go down there! I was forced to, okay!?" He moved back slightly, just in case Reigns' defense wasn't as impenetrable as once believed. "And it's a good thing I did, or I never would've seen that stupid note!" Ambrose slowed his rampaging to a halt, tilting his head in confusion. Sensing the puzzlement, Seth clarified. A certain hint of sympathy laced the words. "The one in your black journal. That suicide note."
Roman's eyes opened wide as he looked from Seth to Dean. Ambrose felt the apprehension that Reigns emitted but he ignored it to try and pin point what exactly Seth was talking about. Then it hit him, and he couldn't help the condescending laugh that he let out. "You idiot! That's not a suicide note! It's coded!" Seth's own stupefaction grew with the cackle, the doctor scratching his head. "Cryptography. Hidden messages. That type of thing." Ambrose smirked smartly at Rollins' obvious embarrassment and went to advance on him again. "And I bet that's why you've been acting so weird lately." The guilt written on Seth's face only proved to set the anger back alight. Dean shoved past Roman and poked his own finger in Seth's chest. "And that's what happens when you're always sticking your big nose where it doesn't belong!"
"But I just—" The retort came out weak, Rollins being far too abashed to be upset with the scolding.
"You know, your brother—for as much as it pains me to say it—was right. You're always digging around in someone else's trash can and never want to tell anyone what you're up to! That's why we don't get along, Seth! That's why I don't trust you!" The words sat in the air, nothing but silence between them all. Dean didn't know why he kept going, the defeated look in Rollins' eyes spurring him on. "Geez, Seth. Roman doesn't even trust you!" Both the doctor and nurse were even more alert, giving one another surprised glances. Ambrose nodded his head, "He won't say it because he doesn't want to hurt your feelings but he doesn't trust you. That's why he got that lawyer Punk to not only dig up some dirt on you, but actually tail you for weeks!"
Only briefly did Ambrose get a glance at the shock on Seth's face before he was spun around and met with seething grey eyes. Roman's furious vice grip nearly choked him. He'd never seen the man this enraged before. It was actually really, really terrifying. Ambrose swallowed hard and opened his mouth to stutter but Seth's words came out first.
"You didn't, did you?" He sounded so hurt, so wounded. He wanted a reason to believe Dean was making it all up but when Roman avoided eye contact with him completely, the rage exploded out of his pores. "You have got to be kidding me!" He threw his hands up in the air irritably. "I thought we were over this!"
"We are!" Reigns corrected, tossing Dean aside to try and comfort his now furious boyfriend. "I asked him to get the stuff before then! Then I changed my mind and asked him to stop…or I meant to at least." the big man mumbled under his breath. He directed his words back to Ambrose. "It's not like I read any of it thought. I didn't even know Dean had the envelope."
Rollins pinched the bridge of his nose irritably and let out a feral groan. "You have to be the biggest, most insecure idiot I've ever seen! I don't understand how someone so smart is always doing something so moronic!"
All pretense of soothing the younger man were gone now, Reigns turning back to outrage. "You know, it bothers me that a grown man has to resort to name calling like he's some fifth grader." He seethed. "Secondly, Dean's right. I don't trust you but it's not like you ever give me any reason to."
Seth snapped, "How about the fact that I'm your boy—"
"You don't put any effort into our relationship, so don't go there, boyfriend." Roman interrupted, waving a dismissive hand. "Like I said, I don't trust you, and I don't trust him." He pointed back to Ambrose, ignoring the shocked look from the patient. "I'm an open book. I don't hide anything. I go to work, come home, sleep, wake up, and do it all over. There is nothing that I don't tell either of you. Nothing. But for me, it's like pulling teeth just to get a genuine thought or feeling out of you two."
Again, the men all quieted down, taking in everything that was said between one another. So much unwanted tension, such a heavy atmosphere.
Sensing that no one wanted to make the next remark, Roman sighed, his tired state taking over. "For every step we take forward, we end up taking three steps back. And I don't know how much longer I can live like this."
"Then don't." Both men turned to Rollins.
"What?" Reigns asked. A very distant look in his burning chocolate eyes, Seth kept his eyes lowered. He looked to be thinking, deciding on something. "Seth, what did y—"
Rollins roared in reply, "Just leave!" Absolutely livid, Seth threw his hands in the air with exasperation. "If it's so obvious that we aren't going to work out, the door is right where it's always been! I don't want you or Ambrose in my house so just go away!"
"Whatever, brat." Not one to be outdone, Ambrose pushed pass Seth with his own angered snarl.
He motioned behind him for Roman to come along but Reigns stormed pass them both, grabbing his jacket and keys. Ambrose gave Seth one last dirty look before following suit. He'd barely made it to the front door by the time Roman had sped off down the road. Now even more upset, Dean cursed the air and kicked the door before darting out of it himself. Looks like he'd be walking.
Having sat through the entire ordeal, Randy couldn't keep the self-satisfied grin off his face. Wow, and here he thought it would take so much more to make the three snap. Must've been unstable to begin with. Orton could only give himself a big pat on the back; the entire thing went better than perfect.
The older man stood into a deep stretch. That Ambrose had a pretty good idea; carryout sounded particularly tasty. As he turned to walk out the kitchen, only then did he hear a sound that was harmonized music to his ears. Was that…sniffling he heard? He knowingly walked behind his stiff brother and smirked harder. Yes, those were the sniffles of a broken man.
Mockingly the snake of a man placed a hand on Seth's shoulder. He leaned in close to Seth's ear, euphoric to feel the younger man jolt at the closeness. "Rough day? You look a little wore out." The insulting laugh that followed the mirrored words was the last straw, Rollins taking his keys and jumping straight in his car.
His house was the very last place he wanted to be.
:::
"Regal." Baron rapped against the doorframe of the man who should've headed home hours ago. "Someone here to see you."
William curiously looked up from over the rim of his glasses, waving for Baron to allow the guest in. Regal went back to reading page he was on, talking as he heard the person arrive. It was a weary but lighthearted laugh that came out. "Normally I wouldn't still be around so consider this a lucky day for you." He offered a smile but it immediately dropped when he noticed who his guest was. "Dear boy, what ha—"
"Just…" Ambrose didn't try to explain. He knew he looked a mess, mostly due to the unexpected downpour that started as soon as he left the house. To make matters worse, he got lost, his phone died, and he got chased by some dogs. But luckily, his feet lead him here. With a sigh, he shook his head at his boss. "You got a room for me?"
The older gentleman didn't even flinch, picking up the phone and dialing. He kept focused eyes on Dean until he received an answer. "Hello? Please forgive the hour, but I just have a question. Your bottom bunk is empty, correct?" There was a pause and a nod from William. "Excellent. Well I'm sending you a roommate so please make him feel welcome." The manager hung up quickly and reached around in his desk drawer, pulling out a key and handing it to Dean. "Straight down the hall." Dean agreed and did his best to pull his sore body from the chair, Regal calling to him one last time. "Please do get some rest, Dean."
And he wanted nothing more in that moment. Ambrose dragged himself down the hall and to the door, leaning against it. He could've collapsed right then but pushed himself to open the door. The man only hoped that his roommate for the night wasn't one of the loud mouths of the house.
"Mox? What are you doing here?"
The voice brought the first smile of the day to Dean's face. "I just thought I'd sleep somewhere where I'm wanted, Sami. That's all."
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