zephyr
It's a good thing you aren't looking at him, because if you'd seen his crushed expression that would have been the end. As it is you snort a huff of laughter, your face softening just a little around the areas where the wounds still prohibit movement. "Practically a baby," you drawl in counter.
Maybe... Maybe this will work.
Or not. You feel like you ought to say something in reply to him, something about not being all that great and how he can do better, but honestly? It really doesn't seem like he has this far. Good friends, good family, good people: they all seem to be conspicuously absent from his life.
So maybe that's what you can be. Someone who helps him find someone better, to show him how well he could do. And if you catch a little feelings, what of it? You've been drinking those fuckers into oblivion for years, now. What's a few bottles more?
With this new resolve to be merrily friendzoned you accept his hand and rise to your feet, swaying a moment as the room around you spins. "I'm not that- aw, heck." No, no, you are definitely that drunk.
You make it up the stairs with plenty of help, only stopping long enough to strip off your bloody shirt and shorts before collapsing onto the bed. "Thanks, Red," you murmur, right eye already beginning to close. "Yer pr'tty. Nice. Don'... Don' leave me, k?"
And with that you drift off into the dreamless, mercifully heavy sleep of the very, very drunk.
Maybe... Maybe this will work.
Or not. You feel like you ought to say something in reply to him, something about not being all that great and how he can do better, but honestly? It really doesn't seem like he has this far. Good friends, good family, good people: they all seem to be conspicuously absent from his life.
So maybe that's what you can be. Someone who helps him find someone better, to show him how well he could do. And if you catch a little feelings, what of it? You've been drinking those fuckers into oblivion for years, now. What's a few bottles more?
With this new resolve to be merrily friendzoned you accept his hand and rise to your feet, swaying a moment as the room around you spins. "I'm not that- aw, heck." No, no, you are definitely that drunk.
You make it up the stairs with plenty of help, only stopping long enough to strip off your bloody shirt and shorts before collapsing onto the bed. "Thanks, Red," you murmur, right eye already beginning to close. "Yer pr'tty. Nice. Don'... Don' leave me, k?"
And with that you drift off into the dreamless, mercifully heavy sleep of the very, very drunk.
burn all the things you have to burn
save all the people you're supposed to save
save all the people you're supposed to save
