He panicked, of course.

He wasn’t aware of what happened the previous night, and especially now that he came to the revelation that a dead man is in the bed next to him, he most definitely needed to find out what to do.

He doesn’t know his name.

Or how they met.

Or why in the Nine Circles of Hell he’s dead.

He doesn’t want to pry or rummage through this man’s belongings, but he’s aching to find out a name.

He gets out of bed, grabbing the glasses that were neatly placed on the nearby night table, trying to find his clothing. He found a white button-up shirt, as well as black leather pants on the floor. He touches his hand to his neck, immediately remembering the necklace he wears. The second he felt the cold touch of the metal, he relaxed a little bit. That necklace was given to him by his late father, someone he cared for very much over the time he was alive.

His focus then turns back to the dead man as he finishes buttoning his shirt, searching for his phone.

He doesn’t find his phone immediately, deciding against finding it and instead planning to find out who this guy is, the one dead in his bed.

He doesn’t want to pry, but he decides after a lot of thought that he should find out who this man is. He’s undoubtedly gorgeous.

Well at least he was.

He still thinks it isn’t right to rummage around this room he’s in, that it wouldn’t be right to this man.

“Eden, you need to figure out what the fucking hell is going on.” he mumbles to himself, “You are in some strange place with no phone and a dead man in the bed, fucknig find out who he is and that way you can call 911 or something,”

He tried to reason with himself, knowing it was the best thing to do, at least until he found out how in the name of God all this happened.

“Okay...just...look around. There should be business cards or something around here with this guy’s name on it…”

Eden looks around the room, and he ended up finding a phone. He quickly checked if it was his, and he knew instantly it wasn’t. He was toying with it and the phone unblocked, switching to the home screen fast.

So...that doesn’t have a passcode lock. Eden mumbles as he stares at the phone, tapping on the Phone icon, looking at the contacts to try and find his name. Well, the name of the owner of the phone, though he does find his own number saved in that phone as EC.

He learns that the dead man in the bed, this guy he most likely hooked up with the past night (before he died, he hopes to God), that is name is...was...Lukas Kim. He knee the name ut didn’t know why. It most definitely wasn’t from last night.

He uses Lukas’ phone to call his own, searching for it and finding the device on a counter in the kitchen. He has 91 missed calls and over 110 unread texts. He doesn’t check any of them, just pocketing his phone. He paces and plays with the rings on his hands, surprised none of them are missing, trying to plan what to do next.

Call 911. Call 911.

He pulls out his phone, ignoring all other notifications from the previous night, and he calls 911.

“Hello, 911, what’s your emergency?”

“There’s a dead man in my bed. His name is Lukas Kim.”