extent | duplicitynet

[ it's tempting. it's really tempting to just unload the whole sorry story onto someone else and let it be someone else's problem for just a moment, because it's eating away at nick so badly it feels like there's nothing left to give.

but there's too many ways of finding out that nick talked, and if someone else comes under fire for his choices nick might never forgive himself, so he just smiles, sad, and takes another swig. ]

Maybe when it's safer. I thought we were drinking to forget our problems, not hash them out.

[‘Safer’ like someone with inherent danger. Power or threat or both. Fear of a watchful eye turned on the wrong person. Persons who mattered most, who were too good for you and the trouble you bring.

It sticks in him and he leans forward, hand bracing on Nick’s chair while the other reaches behind his neck to pull him closer. Chris presses a kiss to his forehead.]

It won’t get safer until you take steps to change it. Trust me.

[He leans back again with a sigh and takes a long drink off one of the bottles.]

Come on. Promised a bad idea, but we’re not yet through these bottles to be in them.

[ nick doesn't like to get particularly emotional in front of people, certainly not without warning, but there's something in the way that chris says trust me that catches nick by the throat and makes him want to spill everything. he can't, he knows he can't, but there's nothing physically stopping him except his own conscience, a handful of very clear threats, and the nasty mix of guilt and shame that winds through all of it.

he sucks a quick breath in, sharp, like he's going to say something--or maybe cry, that's a very real threat with the amount of alcohol soaked into his system--but instead he just shakes his head, snags the other bottle for himself and drinks.

and drinks some more, and a little more after that, until he has to pause to come up for air. ]

You know, if I really wanted to get you into trouble I would've convinced you to get high with me.

[ he's still staring at the neck of the bottle even after he puts it down, running a thumb carefully around the rim, when his other hand reaches out to catch hold of chris' arm, a loose hold above his wrist that drags out for a few moments. nick's thumb finds his pulse point long enough to feel it, and then he drops the grip and smooths his hand out over the table top instead. ]

If you could do something, and you had...no way of knowing if it would actually work, but if it did, it would keep someone that you loved safe, would you do it? Even if it hurt you?

[Chris chuckles into his next gulp and shakes his head as he swallows.]

Lovely boy, if I ever agree to get high with you, trust it's not me in my head or something very wrong with me. No judgement for you and Nate and others, but I don't like how it feels in me.

[Nick's hand reaches for his wrist and Chris just watches what he does as he takes another, smaller sip. It felt nice, his hand there.

When he sets his hand down on the table, Chris puts his own next to Nick's, pinkies touching along one side.

That question, though...he sighs heavily and...needs another drink.]

Depends. Hurt how and safe how?

[Because wasn't that just the million gold question? The very one that had been weighing at the back of his mind since he'd shown back up here. What if, for the good of countless others, you need to spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder and waiting for a cold hand at your throat?]

Spoken like someone who's never tried molly.

[ he's not about to start pushing drugs on people, that's a far cry from who nick is, but he can't deny that the call of something with a little more kick to it than these bottles of alcohol is strong tonight. he's pretty sure he's sat at this exact table and snorted lines off of the surface before--but that was without present company. or company at all, actually.

but he's trying to retain some semblance of an image, so nick doesn't start patting his pockets down. instead he links their pinkies, something about idle hands and all that. ]

Bad hurt. Unpack in therapy later hurt. But, if it works, they don't have to go through...any of that. And I really can't see another option.

[That...gods, how does he answer that. With a very long drink, that's how. Please just let him be drunk soon. He could cop-out, say 'I thought we weren't doing this' and close it.

He could lie and say 'no, I would never'

Or lie more and simply say 'yes, I would. In an instant.'

None of that is true and the poison of that decision has been eating at him for months.]

I...[he chokes on nothing in his throat, faster than he ever has before as words and doubt form a too-real lump in his lungs.]

I haven't decided yet.

[It's quiet, but desperately honest in a way he wishes he could instantly cover up again. He covers it with another long drink instead.]

duplicitynet | inbox

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

cw: drug use refs

no subject