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Dec 15, 2007 01:12

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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dingdongdoodily December 15 2007, 09:00:00 UTC

Pickles sighed, putting his head in his hands, leaning onto Miniver. He wasn't crying. That wasn't like him. But he was holding it back damn well.

"Dude, you should feel sorry fer him. I ain't the one that should be the good guy in the story, alright? I fuckin' ruined him, ruined his life. I shoulda been there fer him and supported him. I just couldn't see him fuck himself up. I didn't wanna wake up one day next to his corpse because the dick went and OD'd or his liver gave out or some damn thing. He had liver failure twice, because he tried to keep up with me. TWICE." He grit his teeth ( ... )

cheevy December 15 2007, 09:03:39 UTC

Miniver puts his hand over Pickles' on the bottle to keep him from drinking it, just for a moment, just to get his attention.

"You can never," he says with absolute certainty, "suck me dry. And no matter what you deserve, or what I deserve, or what he deserves, we got this. You got me. And I will not ever, ever let anything like that happen to either of us. Okay?"

He lets the bottle go and trails his hand down Pickles' arm.

dingdongdoodily December 15 2007, 09:07:55 UTC

Whoa. nobody gets in the way of the booze. Especially not when he's like this. He growled low in the back of his throat, snagging the bottle away and downed it, draining it in one go, tossing the empty bottle across the room, where it smashed against the wall and fell into the carpet.

The words, however, were enough to make him forget that he was forcing the tears back, and they flowed down his cheeks. "I know it, babe. I know it. I won't let it happen to you, either. S'why I've been basically weanin' myself from it all."

His voice was ragged and raspy, and he covered his eyes, leaning back into Miniver. "I don't want you to hate him, alright? He really is a good guy, under all that."

cheevy December 15 2007, 09:14:57 UTC

It twists him inside, to see Pickles like that. He wants only to make it better. He wraps his arms around his lover and holds him close, stroking back his hair.

"I don't," he assures Pickles softly. "It's okay, Sean." He keeps holding on, rubbing his hand over Pickles' back and swaying a little with him. He figures it's about time Pickles let himself break a little.

dingdongdoodily December 15 2007, 09:22:20 UTC

He didn't sob, he just let the tears run and get out of his system. He didn't speak during it, because that would have caused him to do more than just cry.

But once he'd finished, he leaned back and sighed, looking up at the ceiling. "Christ. I'm just scared fer you is all. That I might wind up doin' that to you, too. That's really it, though. I mean... That's all this is anymore, it's fear that someone like you might turn into somethin' like he did. S'why I distance myself."

Not that he hadn't done that his entire life, to begin with. He was always reclusive with others, never speaking of his feelings or his past. Neither of them mattered. Music mattered, they mattered (unless, of course they were Everybody Else, in which case, fuck 'em.) and everything in the past was just the past, right ( ... )