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[ there's something about sitting with another person that makes swigging straight from a bottle feel less okay, which is probably for the best right now. it would be very easy to just sink into some wallowing, miserable spot right now, there's so many wounds that still feel barely healed. oli's absence is just the latest.

but michael is here so nick keeps swallowing from his glass instead, even if he's knocking them back quick enough that the drawn line is mostly symbolic. ]

I don't know. I think--I mean I probably don't want to know, right? We can't change anything, it probably doesn't help us. But I don't know if he did, we never talked about it. I don't know, it just...

[ he shrugs, sighs. pours again. ]

It sucks. I'm sick of the like, million ways this place can screw with us. It's not fair.

[angrycowboy]

[ Michael's lips press together. He absolutely sympathizes. He knows it's not fair. When is it ever, in any world? But this place is worse than most. This place is geared to hurt them.. ]

It's not. It never will be, this place has a thousand and one ways to hurt us.

But Nick.

[ He puts his hand on his wrist. ]

Your friend's not gone. He will open his eyes again, he'll come back. And whatever that means for him, you'll deal with that, and you'll help him deal with it. Because being with someone you love is always better than not, even when it's hard. So you'll find the way through it for him. With him.