[ It's not that he hasn't heard that laugh before. It's not even that he hasn't heard it in a situation where it wasn't directed at him. But it hits him differently, like this. Dissolves in him like sugar in water until there's no trace left of it and what remains can't rightly be called water anymore. ]
Good to know.
[ It's comfortable, in a way few things ever are for him. Even like this. Even drunk. He's not- not waiting for anything anymore. Not gritting his teeth and hoping that whatever awful thing the world had planned doesn't happen today.
Safe. Safe and happy and a little dizzy and he's not sure if the last one is from the alcohol or the laughter but he thinks it might be the latter. He hasn't opened the ice cream yet, just staring at the colourful lid of it. ]
What's it like? The drunk thing, not the my blood thing.
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Good to know.
[ It's comfortable, in a way few things ever are for him. Even like this. Even drunk. He's not- not waiting for anything anymore. Not gritting his teeth and hoping that whatever awful thing the world had planned doesn't happen today.
Safe. Safe and happy and a little dizzy and he's not sure if the last one is from the alcohol or the laughter but he thinks it might be the latter. He hasn't opened the ice cream yet, just staring at the colourful lid of it. ]
What's it like? The drunk thing, not the my blood thing.