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From the door to Evan’s loft, Tommy heard a strangled shout and a loud thump. He tried the door, and mercifully it was open. Evan was half crumpled on the sofa that Tommy had slept on, only days ago.
‘Evan!’ Tommy rushed toward his… to Evan, rolled him on his side and smacked his cheek a bit. ‘Evan, can you hear me?’
The blonde opened his eyes blearily, staring at Tommy. ‘Am I dead?’ he slurred.
Tommy sat him up. ‘No, but I think you fainted.’
‘Panic attack.’ Evan lowered his head in shame.
‘This is my fault. Listen Evan,’ Tommy held him up gently, ‘I’m not going to defend my actions. I’m so sorry. I fucked up.’