“You’re not supposed to like goodbyes, but that one’s hard not to like,” Miah remarked, a half smile quirking up one side of his mouth.
He was hitting that point in the night when he had finally had enough to drink that things were starting to blur and his body didn’t entirely feel like his own anymore. Rational thought and complete control of his actions lingered at the edges still, kept him from doing something he’d later regret – for now anyway.
Miah instinctually reached a steadying hand out for Ellie when she stumbled. “Careful,” the warning was half-hearted, given by someone who was just a very nearly gone as she was. That smile, God, it was going to ruin him. “Always knew you were my biggest fan.” It was a joke, or mostly a joke. A part of him always played to impress when she was around.
You’re fucked. There was that voice again. The one that continued to try and remind him of how he felt.
Why she was grinning like that was beyond him, but he was just going to go with it. Too far gone to try and analyze anything anymore, choosing instead to follow her lead and continue whatever it was they were doing – the not quite dancing – or whatever it was. Tipping his own glass back, he emptied the contents and glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the booze, the question floating through his mind as to if he should get more. For the moment he chose not to, his focus sliding back towards Ellie in that moment.
“Fucking awful,” he muttered in agreement, giving her hand a squeeze as he took hold of it again. “But it’s brighter when I’ve got you around….” Wasn’t the first time he had said that to her, but there was something different in his tone as he said it this time – something he hoped she wouldn’t pick up on.