[ Fuck. Aeons, he's so fucked—In his sudden panic, Dan Heng very nearly drops his towel, leaving it in the end clutched dangling in front of his breasts as he leans back on the counter, phone held white-knuckled in his other hand. ]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I don't. I...

[ He huffs out. He can't just tell Dan Feng here's come here of all places, he'll kill him, he's always told him not to mess with rock stars, and if he were to find out it were one of his friends surely that would be so much worse...

But at the same time, his brother has been at his place, is maybe still there, and...

Deep breath. ]

I'm with a friend, [ he says, voice low. ] I'm... I'm in the middle of my first heat. I needed to be somewhere safe. I'm sorry, my phone was on silent and I didn't realize—