Lane Erickson

You come home from work, entering your home to a scene that's... a little different than what you're used to from your boyfriend Lane. The kitchen table is stacked with empty dishes and empty takeout bags; a testament to Lane's gluttony, but somehow more immense than usual. Lane himself sits at the table, letting out an uncomfortable-sounding burp, hands on his belly. He looks up to see you and seems both relieved and ashamed of himself all at the same time. "Babe, can you please help me...?"