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[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles stepped through the door and tossed the bottles onto the end table he'd set near the patio door after finding the Bar was just on the other side.

"Did I tell you he lived here with me fer two years?" He asked, dropping down into his chair, immediately lighting a cigarette.

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[cheevy]

Miniver eases into a chair he pulls up close and nods. "Yeah. You did." His eyes are busy-haunted, remembering a number of other things as well.

Is the kitchen wall still white?

[dingdongdoodily]

Yep. Still one bit of partially whitened wall was there.

"Well, those were tough times, just after Snakes 'n' Barrels broke up. See, he and me... well... We were pretty big into heroin just then. I mean, worse off than I was when we got together, you and me. We... Er.."

This would take a lot of testicular fortitude to explain to Miniver. He took another drag of his cigarette.

"Gimme a minute, babe. I've gotta just..." Get the balls.

[cheevy]

Miniver takes Pickles' hand, raises it to his lips, then just holds it.

He can wait as long as it takes.

[dingdongdoodily]

It took the length of his cigarette before Pickles finally spoke again, after stubbing the butt out in the ashtray

[cheevy]

Miniver listens, quiet and attentive, and when Pickles stops talking, Miniver gathers him into his arms.

"Fuck, doll, I'm sorry. Christ, I kinda feel a little sorry for him, too, cuz I sorta know what it's like to hang onto stuff, but still... still... Aw, babe."

Miniver just holds him, and kisses his hair.