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Maybe it was inconsiderate to knock on her door this early in the morning. Most people were still asleep at 2 AM. Hell, he’d be asleep right now himself, if the  throbbing sensation  in his ribs wasn’t so demanding of his attention. Funny how a  good kick  paired with an  accurate insult  was enough to make him feel like a mere shadow of himself.     Funnier how that wasn’t enough to satisfy his attacker. 

                            Seems Hugo just wasn’t cut out for the  ( oh-so  glamorous )  New                             York nightlife.  Two hours ago he was “enjoying” himself as much                             as he could while being in a CROWDED  BAR near the community                             college,  which  wasn’t  much  at  all.   He was correct in assuming                             that he’d hate bars because  oh boy,  did he.   No one bothered with                             him,  though, so that was nice  but  predictable as he wasn’t exactly                             the  hot  stuff  people go after once they’re wasted in their sorrows.                             However, he was the prime target for a robbery, losing his precious                             student ID along with everything else in his wallet. 

(  Nothing too  terrible happened;  at least that’s what he’d tell    Spencer if she asked any questions.   A punch to the face    when he wasn’t compliant to begin with then a few kicks to    break the fragile bones shielding his lungs. )

                 It  took  ten minutes  for  him  to  scout  out  a  bench  in his condition, and                  another thirty minutes to  cry about it  on said bench.  It was phenomenal                  that  so much  self pity could be contained in  one person  at  one intricate                  moment. The path to Spencer’s address was almost a QUEST in its own                  right. He had, after all, been crying while walking there from both physical                  pain and self-loathing.   Just as he was right now.  This wasn’t the face he                  wanted to show his friend. His dear and precious friend. 

Not that he didn’t feel comfortable enough to show her his teary eyes, that wasn’t the issue.  He feared that he was being vain, waking her up at this ungodly hour only to sob about his problems. 

    ( breaks down your door. )