A rather deep sigh came from Don as he rubbed both eyes with the palms of his hands for a long moment.  This was a fine mess.  Granted, it was not his mess, but he wouldn't leave one of his best friends to go through this trouble alone.  He only wondered why it was now that Oliver had spoken about this.<br/><br/>"Why didn't you talk to us about this earlier...or better yet, speak to Sylvia about it?"  Don asked after his friend regaled them with the story of the 'proposal.'<br/><br/>He leaned back against the headboard, his legs crossing as he sat atop the bed with his two friends.  Don could only listen at the way he spoke of his bride-to-be.  It was not love.  Far from it.  Those were the words of a man trapped in a relationship though he couldn't understand why the man couldn't just tell her it was over.<br/><br/>Upon hearing that Oliver was so desperate that he'd nearly cheated, Don chimed in again.  "Christ, Oliver!  You can't go on like this.  If you hate her that much then end it.  It's not too late, man."<br/><br/>Don reached a hand out to rub the man's shoulder in support, hoping that his words helped his friend.  His free hand reached for his drink where he immediately downed the remainder of it.  Might as well.  It was going to be a long night now anyway.  He crumpled the plastic cup and threw it to the floor with a heavy sigh.  The alcohol was really moving through him now.  Don rubbed his eyes again, his skin tingling from the substance flowing through his veins.  A twitch in his groin told him a rather spontaneous erection was on its way.  He'd always been like that with alcohol, and being so close to Oliver while in such a state wasn't helping.<br/><br/>He pulled his legs up toward his chest, wrapping both arms around them to perhaps hide his slowly growing arousal, and he looked toward Adrian with a sympathetic look as if to say 'What can we do?'