Who: Frank Longbottom & Timothy Blenkinsop What: Lotto thread | Prospect Where: Timothy's place When: Sunday evening Warnings: Discussion of addiction, depression, crime, etc
They'd discussed this all before, his sponsor and his support group and the therapist - he was dealing with a grief that he should have started dealing with before but had just buried in avoidance and chemicals which he now had to deal with as well. The crux of the matter was that he still had good days and bad days and the last few days had been the latter. He'd slept in every day and it was only his sponsor calling him on the third one that had made him get up, mostly because he'd been magically lifted out of bed. He'd been bullied into things that he'd really rather have not bothered with, like eating and washing and dressing, but his tail had tinted to the colour of a panther's and remained so, curled against his knee for the most part.
His sponsor had left him asleep and, because the other man had a life as well, had to leave him alone for the weekend. Timothy had promised to try and take care of himself but making food just seemed like too much trouble, getting up to put a wash on or get a shower was just too much effort. He'd been in bed since Friday and had spent most of that sleeping and, okay, crying; it tended to happen at these times.
He wasn't expecting his sponsor back until late Monday and the man tended to just Apparate right into Timothy's bedroom anyway. The curly-haired brunette hid his head under his pillow and sighed, trying to drift back into a black sleep of just misery.