WHO: Vicq and Daniel WHAT: Vicq was worried WHERE: Daniel's house WHEN: Thursday evening RATING: High STATUS: Incomplete
Vicq had rushed home. The weather was starting to turn now. There was certainly a chill in the air and there'd been a few light showers so it was certainly time for taking a jacket to work. He skipped the puddles as he ran, having got out of work as quickly as Vachel would let him. He reached the front door, tugging his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, shutting it quickly behind him.
He shrugged off his jacket, left his boots on the floor by the front door and shut Sam in the kitchen when the puppy bounded up to meet him, but not before patting him on the head and assuring him he still thought he was the best dog in the world. He started up the stairs, calling as he went. "Daniel? Dan, where are you?"
He reached the landing, hesitating for a moment, uncertain he was allowed to do this and then tentatively pushed the door to Daniel's room open. If Daniel was sick or something would he even have told Vicq this morning? He was really worried now.