waynecymraeg (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} waynecymraeg) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Wayne knew the destructive power of holding things back, and was accustomed to it, even in the Muggle world. That wasn't just a Magic-versus-Muggle thing, that was a...being alive thing.
Gratitude swept him like a wave, and he looked at Dora directly for the first time since...well, they woke up.
"Well, I'm shit at everyone's problems," he told her. "...but I can listen. And...I get it." Sympathise wasn't quite in his vocabulary, but it was close enough.
"What if," he ventured. "...what if...we helped keep each other off the sauce?" It was a long shot, he knew, but there was no way any Muggle would get them. And, as far as he knew, addiction programs in the magical world didn't exist.
"It's easier, with accountability, if there's another person-- I, ah. I'm not the best at finding a reason to keep sober. For myself, anyway. When I need a drink, I don't think about Rhys or anyone else."