He makes it through his own front door some time later. The long taxi ride has sobered him up a bit, and he toes off his shoes in the hallway. Slumping his coat over one of the long chairs at his kitchen island, he fills a glass of water and takes two aspirin.
His phone is in his pocket, and he takes it out to send a quick message to Adam, asking if he got home alright. God, Adam .
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