Snubbing others was something he excelled at when he was nearly constantly worrying about them dying because he saved some poor piece of shit's ass. So yeah, he was relieved to get outside and be alone. He walked around the neighborhood for a very long time it seemed. Long enough to sober up. Long enough to get back to his car and the bar. He stood outside and off to the corner and couldn't help but wonder where that beautiful man was.<br/><br/>That infuriating, gorgeous man. "Dammit," he muttered. He flagged down the valet and got his keys out. "Bring my car out front please." He leaned against the outside of the bar's entrance and waited. He let his cold grey eyes roam, wondering how he'd ended up here. Yeah, a good night's sleep sounded great right now. Then back to work.<br/><br/>He was suddenly tired of it all. He wasn't even at a retiring age. He supposed he should have expected it to happen sooner or later. What had he been expecting? When he took this job? A defense attorney? He blew out a breath and approached his car. There was no point in dwelling on regret. He'd chosen this life for himself. There was no turning back. He wasn't suited for anything else. He drove steadily home, staying within the speed limit.<br/><br/>It didn't take him very long to get home. If there were no interruptions. He had no idea who or what that stranger was, and he couldn't get him out of his mind. He pulled into the complex where he lived and shut the car off. Dorian closed his eyes. "Dammit get it together Michaelson." He put his head in his hands and took a few deep breaths.