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[fangool]

[His grip tightens.] ... Okay. Alright.

[gloryisbullshit]

Don't lie to me. [He warns fiercely, but his knees give and relax. He leans forward to brush his palms up Ghoul's wrist.] If you lie to me, I'm gonna lose it, G. If you go, I go, if you topple off, I'm jumping after you, so you better not fucking lie to me.

[fangool]

[Ghoul drags in a breath.] I said okay. [He keeps his grip.] Can't do it right off. I can't. Gotta work myself off of it, I can't -- do the cold turkey shit again, not here.

[gloryisbullshit]

[He hums:] Don't snap at me. [But settles his hands more surely on Ghoul's arm, in the front of his sweatshirt.] ...Alright. Alright, I didn't mean to get mad. I didn't mean it. C'mere.

[fangool]

[Ghoul curls closer almost immediately, hiding his face in Party's chest. It makes it easier to lie if he doesn't have to look Party in the face.] M'sorry. M'sorry, this place - this place's hard. S'fucking me over.

[gloryisbullshit]

[With Ghoul against his chest, it's easier to get a good, indiscreet look around the room. Living in one place for so long, he's gotta have hiding spots. Party will have to come back.] Fuck it back. [He mutters and finds the place he was at before--the comforting place, where the touch at Ghoul's back is meant to soothe, where he's soft and quiet again. Tomorrow they can figure out steps. Later he can try to weasel out stash. Tonight is too hard.]

I don't--whattayou need? And not a fight, I'm not fuckin fighting you. Why doncha lie flat, I'll rub you down.