“Please sit down, make yourself comfortable”. Comfortable was the last thing Dante was feeling; however, he still sat down on the sofa. “What kind of tea do you prefer? I have Earl Grey and green tea”. Dante rolls his eyes, trying to calm his nerves. “Don’t you drink coffee like a normal person?”. Michael replies, “I don’t know what you mean by normal, but yes, I do have some coffee in the cabinet”. ‘This guy keeps getting weirder and weirder. I was being sarcastic. Did he really take me seriously?’ “Okay, thanks”. Dante replied.

Dante's thoughts were currently running wild as Michael sat there all nonchalant and making fucking tea and coffee. ‘I feel like I’m losing my mind. Who the hell is this guy anyway, and why did he just happen to be at the club when I woke up? Not just that, but why was I the only one left alive? This whole situation is fucking ridiculous. Those people had lives, and now they're all dead. This whole situation is making me nauseous. The smell. Oh the smell. I can’t, I can’t’. Dante looks down to realize he's still covered in blood. “Oh, shit!”

Michael turns around to look at him. “Did something happen?”. Dante replied. “I’m still covered in blood”. Tears well up in his eyes, and he desperately tries not to lose his shit. Michael sighs, “I have some clothes you can borrow”. ‘Thank god,’ Dante thinks. “Despite all this mess, thank you, Michael”. Michael smiles, “It’s not a problem”.

They walk into Michael's bedroom together. It looked somewhat normal except it was this weird Victorian style with all black furniture and even a huge vanity. Dante looks around the room. “Holy shit, your bed is huge!” Michael chuckles, “It’s just a king-size.” Dante’s apartment was just a studio. He was lucky he even had a somewhat nice kitchen, full stove, and everything. He also had a bunch of posters on his walls, mostly some horror movies and some bands that he liked. “I only have a full-size bed at my place.” Michael laughs “Well, you’re welcome to stay with me.” He winked at Dante. Dante felt his stomach turn as well his face heat up. “What was that supposed to mean!? Plus, I’m not gay. Not that there’s anything wrong with that!” Dante chuckles. Michael raises an eyebrow, “Your red face says otherwise.” Dante gasps and covers his face, embarrassed. “Shut up!” he replies. “Anyways,” ‘Who was this guy calling him gay anyways?’ Dante changes the subject. “You said you have some clothes for me.”  Michael replies, “Oh yes! I do, sorry if they're not really your style.” ‘Oh boy…’ Dante thinks.

“What the actual HELL is this?” Dante says.  Michael laughs, “What? It’s all I have.” Dante was embarrassed; these clothes were fine in Michael's opinion, but Dante thought they were terrible. “I look like Gerard fucking Way.” Michael had dressed him up in black jeans that were a bit too baggy on him and a black button-up. He damn near handed him a red tie. Michael covers his mouth, trying not to laugh, “I told you the red tie was optional.” Michael snickers. “I look so god damn emo. You don’t own like a, I don’t know, t-shirt and sweatpants?” Michael starts laughing at this point, “I do, however, they're in the dirty laundry pile as of now.” Dante sighs “Clothes are clothes, I suppose, but I WILL NOT be wearing that tie.” Michael nods, finally finished laughing. “Okay, Dante,” He puts the tie back in his drawer and smiles. Dante looks up at him, “So, what’s next?.”