When Emery peeked through their peephole at three in the morning, they weren’t at all surprised to see Wilder at the other side of the door. Aware that they weren’t wearing a shirt and stood there in nothing but a silk robe and a pair of tight boxer-briefs, Emery didn’t bother to move the robe over their flat chest, for they hadn’t thought that was an indecency ( after all it was just Wilder ). When they opened the door, the swish of air brought in a cloying collection of scents — alcohol, smoke, and something sweet. “—Crazy night?” Emery asked, stepping aside to allow their friend into the RV. “...I bet you’re hungry. Let me whip something up real quick for you, okay?” As not always, their tone was rather kind, but they were also worried about Wilder lately, and so Emery’s brows were a bit furrowed as they started to move their way towards the little kitchen area. ( @wilderaldrich )