[Yeah, TJ can recognize him through the haze. His only god damn friend. Anywhere. Here or back home. He extends a hand blindly, trying to grab onto the guy. He manages it, barely, laying his weight across Shigeru heavily.]
No, it's not okay. [He tucks his face into the crook of Shigeru's neck. Affectionate. Needy. Desperate.] They did something. I'm high.
And I've been so good here. H-haven't touched anything.
[The tears are flowing now, dripping to soak Shigeru's collar.]
I wanna go home. I don't want to feel like this.
[It felt too good. The addict in him was celebrating, reveling in the euphoria and freedom that came from being drunk or high.]
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[Yeah, TJ can recognize him through the haze. His only god damn friend. Anywhere. Here or back home. He extends a hand blindly, trying to grab onto the guy. He manages it, barely, laying his weight across Shigeru heavily.]
No, it's not okay. [He tucks his face into the crook of Shigeru's neck. Affectionate. Needy. Desperate.] They did something. I'm high.
And I've been so good here. H-haven't touched anything.
[The tears are flowing now, dripping to soak Shigeru's collar.]
I wanna go home. I don't want to feel like this.
[It felt too good. The addict in him was celebrating, reveling in the euphoria and freedom that came from being drunk or high.]