"You're sure you're just hung over?" Lochlann frowned at him. His hand was still on the man's shoulder and he pulled it back.
"I've been hung over. A lot. Like, more often than not," Lochlann said. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going with this. It's not like he missed being hung over--far from it--but he missed the benefits the hang over gave him. He missed feeling safe.
This was Lochlann's favorite kind of hang over. it was the kind of hang over he got when he'd get mad drunk and high until he had spots dance on his vision and he'd just pass out wherever he stood.
"What are you punishing yourself for? Or do you just not know how to stop punishing yourself?" he asked, and then he was surprised he asked. He shook his head.
"I mean, I don't know. I don't think I live here. I've been gone for a really long time, Donnie wasn't clear on what that did to my lease," Lochlann said. "But either way it's going to look really shitty if you die in here."
"I've been hung over. A lot. Like, more often than not," Lochlann said. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going with this. It's not like he missed being hung over--far from it--but he missed the benefits the hang over gave him. He missed feeling safe.
This was Lochlann's favorite kind of hang over. it was the kind of hang over he got when he'd get mad drunk and high until he had spots dance on his vision and he'd just pass out wherever he stood.
"What are you punishing yourself for? Or do you just not know how to stop punishing yourself?" he asked, and then he was surprised he asked. He shook his head.
"I mean, I don't know. I don't think I live here. I've been gone for a really long time, Donnie wasn't clear on what that did to my lease," Lochlann said. "But either way it's going to look really shitty if you die in here."