[ Maybe he should just say yes. Tell Tighnari okay and then learn to hide it better, be smarter about what he drinks and when he drinks it. Keep it to himself so that he can weather the worst of times when they come without needing to face them head on. That way, isn't everyone happy?
But he's not a liarβ he just can't do it, and instead he turns, presses his face into the other man's shoulder as those arms wrap around him, and a soft sob cracks his voice, has him suddenly shedding all the tears he's been trying to hide, fingers reaching, gripping at his friend's shirt sleeve as the sounds tear his throat. ]
I don't know I can do it. It'sβ it's too hard, Tighnari, it's too much, and I don't know how to deal with it otherwise!
[ If only, if only grief were the only thing driving him to drink. It would be so much easier to give it up if he wasn't constantly on the run from himself. ]
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But he's not a liarβ he just can't do it, and instead he turns, presses his face into the other man's shoulder as those arms wrap around him, and a soft sob cracks his voice, has him suddenly shedding all the tears he's been trying to hide, fingers reaching, gripping at his friend's shirt sleeve as the sounds tear his throat. ]
I don't know I can do it. It'sβ it's too hard, Tighnari, it's too much, and I don't know how to deal with it otherwise!
[ If only, if only grief were the only thing driving him to drink. It would be so much easier to give it up if he wasn't constantly on the run from himself. ]