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i— * no, dude, i haven’t. i’m trying not to lose my mind here, thinking about it too much will only make it worse.
anyway — it doesn’t matter. what matters is that i’ve gotta keep doing this to keep you n’ the others safe.
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i know, i know. i mean— shit, you saw what happened to him! that's fucked up, man. i don't know how you're even dealing with that. have 𝙮𝙤𝙪 talked to anyone about it?
you have done some pretty messed up stuff, but i don't blame you. without you doing all that some of us —
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hey— i’m still messed up about grant, too, okay ? you can talk to me about these things, man. i know ive had to do … a * lot of fucked up things to get us back together, but i’m still your brother, ri. i’m here.
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i mean. i guess i'm used to it. as much as i can be.
it's just. . . i've been thinking about grant a lot and you're always running around doing god knows what. i think i'm in my own head too much about everything, man. it's stupid.
i'm glad you're here and— you know? alive.
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<—— almost black out, bottle of something sweet, fruity and * definitely alcoholic in hand as he lays prone in the sand. sometimes, he fucking loves this place.
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