Iago had been out job hunting, with no success. He had managed to be disappointed too many times already. It wasn't exactly his intention to be so picky and, as the days rolled past, he realized that it was weighing more and more on his mind. He was just very, very against asking for any time of help. Ever. But he was starting to run out of options.

"Rex?" he called out as he opened the door to the other man's tiny apartment, shrugging off his coat as he did so. However, the sight of their table made him pause. He was instantly suspicious, his mind going in every direction but a good one. Was he expecting someone else? Had he done something wrong and was trying to make it up?

And where had the money for the wine come from? He stepped towards the table, hanging up his coat nearby.