It's hard not to worry. A few days short of a year ago, he'd overdosed and nearly died, woken up in the hospital on Christmas morning to a boyfriend who, remarkably, had stayed by his side in spite of everything, then gone off to rehab for three months. Historically, it's never really been a good time of year for him, and he's not sure anything will ever be worse than the year Sean ended things and he sat in his mother's garage with the car engine running, but it's the events of last Christmas that have him wary.
If it were a full year of sobriety he was coming up on, it might be a little easier to see himself coming out on the other side of this in one piece. Instead, he's got less than three months under his belt. If he could give it up then, who's to say he won't fuck up again this year?
As such, he's trying not to pay too much attention to all the holiday bullshit in stores and windows, coasting as best he can, though that's easier said than done. Still, it's not the display in the window that gets his attention, but Aimee standing in front of it, not looking like she's especially full of holiday cheer either. "Hey," he says, nudging her shoulder with his as he stands beside her. "What's going on?"
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Date: 2014-12-31 11:43 pm (UTC)If it were a full year of sobriety he was coming up on, it might be a little easier to see himself coming out on the other side of this in one piece. Instead, he's got less than three months under his belt. If he could give it up then, who's to say he won't fuck up again this year?
As such, he's trying not to pay too much attention to all the holiday bullshit in stores and windows, coasting as best he can, though that's easier said than done. Still, it's not the display in the window that gets his attention, but Aimee standing in front of it, not looking like she's especially full of holiday cheer either. "Hey," he says, nudging her shoulder with his as he stands beside her. "What's going on?"