Nathan had resolutely left his phone in the living room while he cooked dinner, if it was in his hand then the man would just spend more time looking to see if he'd gotten any texts. The timer dinged on the oven and he leaned down whistling a tune as he pulled the pot pie out of the oven. It was perfect for a chilly night like tonight, this fall was turning out to be fairly short and the nights had given way from crisp to cold early in the month. He had just put the food down on a mitt to cool when his phone rang.
Even as he looked at the unfamiliar number, secretly hoping it was his pale eyed neighbor, the brunette had a sense of foreboding. "This is Nat-" his somewhat formal greeting was cut off by the panic in Dorian's voice. Nathan took a single breath, his heart rate slowing way down as he listened to the fear in the others voice.
"I'm coming right now. It sounds like you're outside. I've got my coat on Dorian, it's going to be alright." His voice was calm, almost clipped, as he slung the coat over his arm and grabbed his gun from it's holster by the door. "I'm walking out my door. Where are you kid, I'll be right there. Don't hang up, stay with me on the phone." He opened his door and headed for the others apartment, unless the probably inappropriate amount of attention he'd been paying to the man was off, Dorian never went out on week nights. Or any nights really.
One big hand pounded on the door. "Are you at home sweetheart?" The nickname came to him unbidden, but he ignored it as he knocked again, praying that the pretty young man was close and not out in the cold night looking for help.
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