Something that probably hasn't come up in conversation was Dal's incredibly poor sense of direction. He was comfortable in his little neighborhood because he's spent the last eight years learning those blocks. It's actually a little disorienting for him when he's outside of that familiar territory. That's a big part of the reason he didn't often do out-calls. That and the fact that he'd have to pay for a car to get wherever a client wanted him to go. No, he just wasn't that kind of whore. The work came to him, in his nice, comfortable handful of blocks.

This time? Well, the money was too good to pass up. A nice hotel in uptown; too nice for the likes of Dal. He definitely stuck out as he picked up the key that was left at the front desk for him. The clerk didn't meet his eyes, just directed him to the nearest elevator to hurry him out of the lobby.

At some point, things went fuzzy. When were there three people there? Three in addition to him. Everything blurred out of focus, features of faces he'd usually remember so clearly were soft and shapeless. Time slipped away from him, too. How long was he there? Dal didn't know for sure. It was getting dark when he arrived and it was dark when he was shooed out of the room and wobbled out of the hotel into unfamiliar streets. A spike of anxiety lanced through him at the strange buildings and the well-dressed people on the street around him.

It took him longer than he'd like to fish his phone out of the inner pocket of his coat. Longer still to scroll through his contacts with shaking hands to find Gabriel's name and press the button to call him. There was no way he could text right now. Reading was hard, his vision still too blurry.

At the sound of Gabriel's voice, he smiled in relief.

"I'm lost."

The answer came after a short delay for him to work at translating from English to Korean then from Korean back into English again. Even in those two words, his cadence was slower, the words even less articulated than usual.