When Viktor mentioned it was family callng Vars left him to join the others, to give the punk some privacy. The sound of the room being smashed caught his attention even over the laughter. He downed his drink and walked down to Viktor's room. Everything was smashed and Vars knew why. He had done the same in his past over a call he didn't want, things he never wanted to hear.
With the tour and all the time on stage he was walking with his cane, slowed and furious with his own body over the pain. He grabbed a few things and headed downstairs. It was easy to ask after one of the others in the lobby and find out which way Viktor had headed.
They already had his bike waiting when he walked out front. It took some time to hunt Viktor down but Vars blended well with a lot of people; street kids, punks, drug dealers... he wasn't afraid to ask after the other punk on the streets.
He's worried, but relieved to see him on a bench and uninjured. A punk flying off the handle this way could easily end in a fight, a stabbing or finding him in much worse condition.
Vars rolled up on the street and looked over at Viktor wondering what was going on but giving him the space by not asking.
"Pretty boy. Want go for ride?" It was a question but almost a demand. He wasn't going to leave Viktor out here in a strange city with fuck only knows happening to him.
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With the tour and all the time on stage he was walking with his cane, slowed and furious with his own body over the pain. He grabbed a few things and headed downstairs. It was easy to ask after one of the others in the lobby and find out which way Viktor had headed.
They already had his bike waiting when he walked out front. It took some time to hunt Viktor down but Vars blended well with a lot of people; street kids, punks, drug dealers... he wasn't afraid to ask after the other punk on the streets.
He's worried, but relieved to see him on a bench and uninjured. A punk flying off the handle this way could easily end in a fight, a stabbing or finding him in much worse condition.
Vars rolled up on the street and looked over at Viktor wondering what was going on but giving him the space by not asking.
"Pretty boy. Want go for ride?" It was a question but almost a demand. He wasn't going to leave Viktor out here in a strange city with fuck only knows happening to him.