Re: board to Death/consumed
Whoever he was, he was dirty and getting dirtier, smearing dirt and sweat over his cheeks like that and Beau tutted, but was too slow to stop him from making a mess. It was done then, and Beau rocked back onto his heels, waiting for a confirmation of yes, okay. Let him be okay. There was one place Beau wanted to be right the fuck now and it wasn't here.
No offense guy.
There was that voice again and Beau winced, cause it was polite but also distinctly other. It wasn't his and his head only had enough space for thoughts originating in his own brain. "You're welcome," he said, absently, until his gaze followed the other's down to the stuff between them. His own belly tightened unhappily and he rubbed the inside of his elbow with his thumb. There was no wound there, nothing, not even the fading vestiges of whatever -- heroin -- he'd taken.
"I'm clean," Beau whispered and he really -- he really hadn't considered saying that to anyone else after he and Frank had exchanged tests. Frank was the only one he wanted to say that to, but he couldn't even confirm that he'd been the first one to use the needle in the dirt between them. The him last night didn't care whether the needle was dirty, or used, or who he would share it with.
His stomach rolled. Before he could say anything more, the flurry of images came -- again, not his own -- and were enough to leave his temples throbbing. "Stop, you have to--" he ground out, pressing the heels of his hands into his temples as if that would somehow help.
It didn't.
He shuddered, and staggered to his feet, butt bouncing off the wall of the building before he steadied himself and his vision cleared. "You-- you're okay. We should -- we should go. It's time to go. Can you -- you gotta way to get back home?" Maybe some distance between them would stop this sudden flurry of thoughts and memories that poked at his brain pan. He could hope.