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here.Brendan entered the bar and went straight through to the restroom, pushing the door to the men's open with enough force to make the two men standing at the urinal turn their heads quickly to see who had barged in. He glanced at them, a grimace turning into an attempted apology before looking down at the floor. A small smear of red gave
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He leaned against the kitchen counter, closing his eyes as he finished his second glass even though he could already feel his stomach protesting. Leaving the bottle and glass on the counter he barely reached the bathroom in time to throw up yet again. Time to stop thinking perhaps and definitely time for a shower. As he turned on the water and got undressed, he refused to look at himself in the bathroom mirror, refused to think about what would have happened if he wouldn't have managed to make Roy stop when he did.
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"Hey," he called out, dragging his socks off after kicking his shoes into the wardrobe.
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"Hey," he greeted quietly when he joined Brendan in the bedroom.
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"How was y' walk?"
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"Stop it. Just stop it, alright?" He shook his head. "The bastard was gone. No comments, no complaints, and Eric saw him leaving. Sounds like he knew he's the one who asked for it."
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"What? Y' telling me y' stomach's playing up and not able to keep booze down cuz you've got a stomach bug, or y've suddenly developed an allergy to grog?" he asked, a little frustrated. "Y' just bloody well said y' can't keep a drink down. What else am I going to put it down to? Y' stressing y'self about what happened."
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"I'll just be a moment and I'll join you for a drink," he said a little more gently. "And fix y' something t' eat. Y' stomach's probably wanting something t' absord the booze these days, since Sam's been feeding y' up."
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As the water washed away the day's grime he wished it would also wash away the growing concern he felt.
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