He wasn’t drunk. And god did he want to but God did he want to be; he wanted to drink to forget. But he needed to be able to stay strong.
For everyone.
For himself.
For Jûshirô.
And having to rely on help from a wall to stand up probably wouldn’t enable him to do that.
He quickly shed his clothes, lay back in bed and pulled the sleeping form of
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