Getting the vet into the truck took some effort, but they finally got him in and secured. Michael couldn't help glancing over at Alex and watching the man enjoy the fresh air and hoping he doesn't barf all over the cab. It takes forever to get that smell out.
When they finally reached their home, Michael hurried around to help Alex out of the truck before he fell on his face. "I gotcha," He said sliding an arm around his waist again. "We really need to talk about this, but that can wait until you're sober." They were greeted at the door by a yelping puppy. "Hey, Leeloo, daddy's home."