Johnny had eventually, rather reluctantly come to terms with the fact that his boyfriend's chosen career basically required him to go out to various social things at all hours of the night. As long as five nights out of seven he woke up and wasn't alone in bed, he was fine with it. He had his puppy and his classwork and if all else failed, he had approximately five hundred channels on the television and he'd almost figured out how to work the fancy channel-changer. Tonight, he'd been watching one of those cooking channels when Emo announced that he was going to a show.
He went to bed shortly thereafter, seeing no point in staying up if there was nobody to stay up with. And though he was a light sleeper, he still wasn't at all pleased when the thunderous banging roused him from his warm (and still, he was disappointed to see, empty) bed at an obscenely early hour. Still half-asleep, he stumbled out to open the door and swear a blue streak at whomever dared to disturb him.
What he saw instead of... well, whatever he'd been expecting to see shocked the words right out of Johnny's mouth. "Boy, what happened, what's wrong?" he demanded, unable to keep the worry out of his voice. He eased down onto his knees and reached out for Emo, both to see if he was hurt and to hold so that they would both be reassured nothing else would hurt him. "Talk to me, what's the matter?"