but you should. you ( should ). i’m horrible. i’m just like ( them ).

[ visible wince as sirius raises his hand, but— oh. small huff. ] how mature.

orion would have ripped your head off. literally. [ small pause. quietly lets his forehead fall against sirius’ shoulder. ] i’m so tired.

[ he knows that isn’t true. he knows that he’s too far gone— in too deep, but— ] . . .do you want to sneak out? to the courtyard?

yes, i’m sure you’ll find a way to make laying on the floor sexy. [ shifting onto his back, staring up at the ceiling and resting his arms over his stomach. his eyes close, a shaky inhale following. ]

me too. [ probably better than he should be, but— ] . . .we could get drinks, too.

mm. good luck with that. [ he shifts a bit before forcing himself to sit up, rolling his shoulders back with a slow inhale. ] i’m just tired.

sleepwalking toward the lake.

i’m too tired to care about anything or anyone.

entirely oblivious, eyes open and glossy as he moves closer.

i’m gonna freak out.

i’m not concerned about my back. you shouldn’t be, either.

i’ll simply break both of their legs and we’ll never have that issue again, will we?

“i don’t need your help.” cheek smushed into the pillow, eyes closed. “i’m comfortable rotting here in peace.” . . .curls up under the blankets.

it would be worth it.

𖬺𖬺. 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊.

i’m still not convinced you ( actually ) like me.

i love your rotten heart.

[ he leans into the touch rather than flinching away, eyes closing. he’ll let himself have this— at least for a moment. ] mm. a monster in love with a monster. . . very fitting.

𖬺𖬺. 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊.