For a good long time now, Ozzie had been keeping track of how long Drew would disappear for at any given time, and by this point he thought he'd gotten used to his best friend running off for days at a time. His calendar was almost more marked up than not, a big red X through days he was gone... and this last time was the worst. Longer than he had ever been gone at once, and as the days wore on the marks got progressively shakier.
And as soon as he'd made the first mark on that day, he heard someone at the door.
He didn't dare to hope it was Drew - he'd done that more than enough lately - but whoever it was, he had to answer. As long as it wasn't someone coming to say something terrible had happened, then he was all right. Opening the door gingerly, he poked his head out, afraid of what he was going to see.
"Drew?" Ozzie had never seen him that bad before. But he was going to fix it. He always did. A nice warm bath, fresh clothes, something to eat, and sleep for roughly two weeks. He wouldn't settle for anything less. "Drew, what did you-- who did this to--" Throwing out all pretense, but careful not to aggravate any injury, Ozzie threw his arms around his lost friend and hugged him. "Oh my god, Drew!"