>Sigh and lean forward, pressing your forehead against his shoulder.
ii worry about you a lot.
no matter what you 2ay, iit ii2 a problem. iit’2 all you do anymore. ii can’t even tru2t you wiith rhiiley. your own fuckiing kiid.
iit break2 my fuckiing heart okay.
>Giving a sigh yourself, pressing lips to the side of his rather fluffy hair.
What how can you not trust me with Rhiley? The hell have I done for you to doubt me?
Have I endangered his life or my own? Or done anything dangerous really while drinking?
>Another sigh falls from your lips as you grow silent.
Sol, it’s all I have from that normal life we used to have. You and Castor can drink and I don’t see why I can’t. Yeah, I drink a bit more but I haven’t done anything to have you doubt my abilities or to worry.