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Sirius is fairly certain this is what is called a downward spiral.
He doesn't think about it-Or, at least, that's what he tells himself, while he's thinking about it all the bloody time. Every cell of him is wrapped up in the fact that James is gone. He thinks maybe it's just habit, and then wants to be sick when he wonders how long it will take to break himself of it.
Remus is still at the hut, but Sirius hasn't slept there for days, weeks maybe. He's started to lose count, started to wonder if having his own bed is strictly necessary. It may look different to him once he's hit rock bottom, but he doesn't think he's quite there yet.
Which isn't to say he's not steadfastly working toward that end. At this point, he reckons it'll be welcome.
There's a hand-rolled cigarette tucked behind one ear as he steps into the kitchen and over to the coffee pot, where he pours himself a cup. Black, no sugar. To the untrained eye, he looks surprisingly good for someone whose principle diet the past two weeks has been caffeine and cigarettes. Some days he ponders trading his edgy malaise for a steady diet and a shrink just to get Remus and Neil off his back, but where's the fun in that?
He doesn't think about it-Or, at least, that's what he tells himself, while he's thinking about it all the bloody time. Every cell of him is wrapped up in the fact that James is gone. He thinks maybe it's just habit, and then wants to be sick when he wonders how long it will take to break himself of it.
Remus is still at the hut, but Sirius hasn't slept there for days, weeks maybe. He's started to lose count, started to wonder if having his own bed is strictly necessary. It may look different to him once he's hit rock bottom, but he doesn't think he's quite there yet.
Which isn't to say he's not steadfastly working toward that end. At this point, he reckons it'll be welcome.
There's a hand-rolled cigarette tucked behind one ear as he steps into the kitchen and over to the coffee pot, where he pours himself a cup. Black, no sugar. To the untrained eye, he looks surprisingly good for someone whose principle diet the past two weeks has been caffeine and cigarettes. Some days he ponders trading his edgy malaise for a steady diet and a shrink just to get Remus and Neil off his back, but where's the fun in that?