Yeah, [he says again, and wraps his arm around her shoulder, because that's what they do. This is how they hold each other up, shore up the holes in each other's defenses. They drink and they sit and they cry a little, and they touch, and it's not okay but it feels a little bit better than nothing.]
[He takes the other bottle - the Campari, as it happens - and drinks, a long slow drink that feels like the end of the world and tastes like fucking cough syrup. When he pulls away from it, it's with a surprised 'ahh', like he's forgotten Campari tastes like shit. (He hasn't. That's why he brought it.)]
Can you believe.
Can you believe, Anya, this bullshit that never fucking ends? I mean, I know you can. You made the rousing speech and everything. But Jesus fucking Christ.
[He squeezes her shoulder with every enunciation, Jesus fucking Christ, and doesn't talk about Zane or Mickey or what he did to himself, or anything that he should be talking about.]
no subject
[He takes the other bottle - the Campari, as it happens - and drinks, a long slow drink that feels like the end of the world and tastes like fucking cough syrup. When he pulls away from it, it's with a surprised 'ahh', like he's forgotten Campari tastes like shit. (He hasn't. That's why he brought it.)]
Can you believe.
Can you believe, Anya, this bullshit that never fucking ends? I mean, I know you can. You made the rousing speech and everything. But Jesus fucking Christ.
[He squeezes her shoulder with every enunciation, Jesus fucking Christ, and doesn't talk about Zane or Mickey or what he did to himself, or anything that he should be talking about.]