|| I just received some bad news — will likely be offline for the night. So sorry, I’ll be back when I can. 💕

The bar’s closed, but that doesn’t stop him from grabbing himself some whiskey and sitting on a bar stool before he did his closing duties. He knows the door is unlocked but doesn’t care, taking a few large drinks of the whiskey before he finally sips a bit.

|| thank you for all of the love while I’ve been at work today 🥺 I’m eating dinner and will respond to everyone soon!

|| also, if anyone would like to while I’m eating dinner, feel free to respond to this!

He’s sitting on some rocks by some water, trying to keep the tears at bay. They’d had a rough call earlier. He was struggling.

He doesn’t want to jinx anything by saying something too early. But god damn, she’s perfect.

|| will get to DMs tomorrow 🥰

Even when he’s not in a relapse, the morning nausea is real.

It’s an exhaustion day. Even showering this morning was hard. He’ll be on the couch if needed.

Is he in bed at 7:45? Yep. Does he have regrets? Nope.

Men are fuckin' stupid … you have to be straight to the point with us.

Right at 8:00 as he’d originally planned, he knocked on 𝙅𝙅.’s door. Mason smiled as she opened the door. “Hey. Ready for dinner?” He asked hopefully.

|• I apologize for my absence, but I’m back now! 💞 Would love to get things started if anyone’s still interested in writing.

Mason sat at the bar, glass of whiskey situated in front of him. He stared down at it for a few moments before picking it up and finishing it, setting the glass back down on the bar. He exhaled heavily, rubbing his hand over his face. “Can I get another?”