This was last resort at this point and everything in him told him to just wait it out until Dorian got back, but he couldn’t. Inhaling deeply, his heavy footed steps carry him out of his apartment and take him a few doors down to his neighbor’s. They vaguely new each other via cordial greetings whenever they got their mail. He felt most comfortable asking them than anyone else on their floor. Knuckles greet their door repetitively, before he backs up and clears his throat. “It’s Dali, just uh, saying hi and — …i wanted to ask if you can use your bathroom.” Sucking air between his teeth he huffs. “Stupid ass plumbing, now that’s gonna be a pain for who knows how long.” He mutters to himself whilst idly pacing as he waits for them to open the door.