@irinapetrovax location: irina’s home.
Rough nights always seemed to creep up on him and somehow, Zane knew that the string of days off he’d compiled had a hell of a lot to do with it. Functioning without having something to take his mind off of everything that crept in the darkened depths of his thoughts hadn’t been the easiest thing for him in a long time now. As much as he preferred as few people being aware of his mental state, it didn’t leave him with a great many options on such nights. When and how he’d found himself at Irina’s the night before, half a bottle deep, was anyone’s guess. All he could manage to think as he awoke on the sofa, the familiarity of the room setting in, was thank fuck he’d chosen somewhere safe to land. “How long was I out?” His voice rough as he sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he heard someone enter the room. “Sorry, Rina. I’ve gotta stop doing this to you.” Even if she’d said time and time again, that she’d rather he find her than isolate himself. Still, it didn’t feel right. “I didn’t interrupt anything last night, did I?”
