When he'd received the phone call, Manfred had just dozed off with Moritz sleeping draped across his chest. The dog was too big, and as heavy as any other person, but with him still unwell, Manfred didn't have the heart to make him spend the night on the floor.
The ring to his phone made him jump, and somewhat content so he could breathe again. Moritz slid down as his owner answered the phone. It was in two seconds that Manfred's content turned to worry at hearing Natalie's distressed (and probably tipsy voice) on the other end. It seemed almost no time at all that he heard that hammer against his door, and he opened it to find her rather disheveled.
"Natalie..." he said in a downcast voice and a concerned expression, putting his hand against her back and leading her in before shutting the door behind her.