With being on Tumblr all day, he was growing bored but when he saw Fiona's post, for some odd reason, he was actually concerned about her. Owen knew bout her being an alcoholic and he couldn't just ignore it and let her drink, he'd feel bad if anything had happened to her if she did. The moment Anya was brought up into the conversation was when the hole thing hit him, that she was alone, no one else was around for her. Owen had no idea why he volunteered himself to actually be there for her, he wasn't thinking. From the last time the two talked, the school prank happened and he dared her to drink, and before that he was a sexist pig to her, all of this confused him now. Owen propped himself out of his bed and rubbed the back of his neck before walking to his dresser and grabbing a white wife beater and pulling it over his torso along with a pair of black jean shorts and he slipped on a pair of his osiris's. Right after he was situated in his clothes, he reached over and grabbed his wallet, keys, and his phone and exited his room, and went right down the stairs and out the door. Sliding into the front seat of his car, he put the key in the ignition and pulled out of his driveway, heading towards Fiona's. Minutes passed and he arrived at Fiona's condo and he parked his car before heading up to her loft and knocking on the door a few times.

 Owen watched as Fiona made it inside, sitting in the parked car for a short while after she was long gone, replaying what had just happened. Tentatively, he flicked his gaze to the rearview mirror, staring at his shocked expression. With a heavy gust, he broke his gaze, reversing out of his spot and driving home in silence.