He sighed quietly. “God must fuckin’ hate me, huh?” He mumbled after a few long moments of silence between the two. He’d barely even realized he said it, too used to talking to himself when he was feeling this poorly.

It brought a small smile to his face at least. He took another swig from the bottle before he settled his eyes back onto Apollo. “Thank you. It… actually does mean a lot, the reassurance…”

“Vodka. Kinda tastes like.. nail polish remover.” He said, swishing it around. “You drink this when you don’t want to remember shit.”

He chuckles, offering the bottle to him. “You want a sip?”

“Told you. Like gulping down acetone.” He said, taking his own swig before he screwed the cap back on.

“I did far fuckin’ worse when I was 17. Guess I got use to it.” He said with a shrug.

“What wasn’t I doing at 17?” He mused, leaning back against the wall. “Ketamine, ecstasy, shrooms, weed, acid… yeah, we didn’t have any classes on drugs bein’ bad in the compound.”

“I was around dangerous people, goin’ to dangerous places.” He said. “Almost got busted more than once, but at that point I didn’t really care. Just wanted to feel somethin’.”

“Doin’ whatever drug you can get your hands on just to feel somethin’? Shit, I dunno. Maybe it is.” His brow creases slightly at Apollo’s apology, but he takes it upon himself to lean his own head on Apollo’s shoulder. “But growin’ up in a cult compound definitely isn’t.”

“I imagine it’d be painful. Lots of scars, physically and mentally.” He reached up, petting his hair. “But I like you like this.”

“You have. And you do your job well. No need to retraumatize yourself.” He smiles, nudging into him.

He laughed. “Both of us do… do I smell nice, huh?”

He’s a little too drunk to even care right now. He lets his eyes fall closed as the half of the bottle he drank began to settle in.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲 ‧₊˚ ⋅

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“You’re sleepin’ here tonight, then?” His voice is slightly teasing.

Woof..

Why did I say that bro I gotta die.