(anotp: for effy) you and me, we're meant to be.

[iwalkindreams]

Time and time again, depression hits him hard and doesn't look back while running, and he doesn't know what to do: to run after it, catch it, and ask it why, or to simply lay there and wait for -- what for? So he goes downstairs, to the kitchen, and looks in the cupboard. Sometimes it's vodka, other times it's gin or whiskey, and sometimes he

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[bornyffe]

Effy walks in, looking for a drink as well. She stares at him mixing drinks and sits down at the table, quietly.

[iwalkindreams]

"Look what the cat dropped," Adrian comments dryly. "What's with the face, love?"

[bornyffe]

She looks over at him and smiles a little, tightly.

"Can't sleep."

[iwalkindreams]

A pause. "Is it so?" He can tell a lot about sleepless nights, though that used to happen before -- "And why? Do you miss home? A particular someone?"