#openhale.

Hale was looking awkwardly at his feet, arms crossed over his chest, the washing machine rolling in front of him. It contained his shirt, his best shirt actually, and Hale had a job interview in an hour or so. He hoped he could still make it. Of course he had to drop his coffee on it, the best shirt and going back to his place wasn't an option. He went to the nearest laundromat, took off his shirt and then, threw it in there to get it washed and dried. And while he stared at the washing machine.. he noticed one thing. "Ah fuck." He had no coins for the dryer. He let his gaze wander, eventually meeting the gaze of another man and slowly, carefully, approached them. "Hey man, uh.. so." He rubbed the side of his neck. "Do you, by any chance, have some spare cash for the dryer?"

Hale was again pulling at the males arms, trying to get out of bed, but the other man wasn’t thinking of letting him go. Though he had been laughing and giggling before, he was serious now. “Oh for fuck sake.. if you don’t let me go now I will pee myself.” The had shared a few drinks and Hale actually had tried to hold it in for a while now. So to this point, he was very sure that he couldn’t hold it in, even if he wanted to. “Let me out, I'll be back to bed immediately.”

“Yeah.. I totally wasn’t sneaking out on you..” Hale looked back at the male, half in his jeans. He cleared his throat feeling definitely a little caught. The fancy place was too good for him, the other was too good for him..really.. it’s just..” He closed his pants, body straightening while he looked at the other. “I really didn’t want to wake you.. I planned to leave you a note but.. even your friends say that you are too good for me.” The dinner they had the night before clearly did something to Hales nerves. He ran a hand through messy looks, blue eyes dropping to the floor because he felt ashamed.

Hale looked at the bandage on his hand, brows furrowed a little. The other male was still sitting with him, cleaning up, so caring. "You don't even have to take care of me." He started hesitantly. "But you still do, has me wonder.. you know." Or hope, maybe it was more hope. "Do you-" Okay but how did one even start this conversation. "You know, I never wanted for us to breakup." But maybe, just maybe, there still was a chance for them. "Or do you just pity me and you're afraid I die if no one takes care of that?" He lifted his hand shortly. "Is just a cut, might not kill me."

“Hey hey hey... drop that knife you’re totally gonna hurt someone with that.” Hale raised both his hands when he spotted the other man holding the knife in his hand while approaching him. No one was supposed to be home.. dressed in all black, fingers covered with gloves, he naturally wouldn’t be noticed. He was a thief and actually, he was good at it. And this wealthy people probably wouldn’t even notice that he took anything. Now this wealthy guy had a big knife, probably also a gun somewhere but then, he definitely preferred the knife. “You weren’t supposed to be home.. you had a grindr date, didn’t you?” He knew for sure.. he catfished this guy, lured him out of his place, asked him out for dinner. His brows furrowed slightly. “You even texted you where on your way..”