37 whined softly from his drawer, too big now but not caring, the way he kept stuffing himself into it, and Kara gave him a questioning look.
His ears pricked, and suddenly Kara's did, too. Someone was whispering her name from the door. She pulled a t-shirt on over her boxers and climbed over John, opening the door just a crack.
She saw the top of his hair first. And then she smelled the booze on him.
"Frak," she murmured, slipping the door closed behind her. She dropped into a crouch next to Mamet. He looked like hell, and she put her palm against his flushed cheek, wondering if he was too far gone to hear her. "Oh baby."
Starbuck's voice pulls Mamet out of the coma he was happily settling into, and he looks up blearily, searching her face. "I'm sorry," he says, holding onto her shirt. "I fucked up. Came to tell you...I'm sorry..."
Kara slung his arm over her shoulder, hauling him up. "Don't be sorry." There would be time for that later, if he wanted it, but right now she just wanted to get him up and moving.
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His ears pricked, and suddenly Kara's did, too. Someone was whispering her name from the door. She pulled a t-shirt on over her boxers and climbed over John, opening the door just a crack.
She saw the top of his hair first. And then she smelled the booze on him.
"Frak," she murmured, slipping the door closed behind her. She dropped into a crouch next to Mamet. He looked like hell, and she put her palm against his flushed cheek, wondering if he was too far gone to hear her. "Oh baby."
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"Walk with me, tell me what's going on."
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"I got drunk," he groans, "because...I don't know what to do...m'alone, an'...didn't know what to do..."
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