je t'aime!!!
Grunge was tuned well into every move Heroin made, every shift of expression, everything, and the touch that wasn't a touch on his shirt made him have to tighten his fingers on his cigarette, in the pocket of his jeans to stop them shaking. He didn't even realise the waitress giving them disapproving looks, was barely aware of anything else outside the pair of them and maybe the table.
His bands had been addicted and he'd been addicted, and still was. He didn't blame Heroin for the fall of his powerbase, he COULDN'T blame Heroin for it, for anything; he was a self-destructive genre at his heart, that wasn't going away for anything, rehab or relapse. If he had to self-destruct though, selfish as this was, he'd only want to do it with Heroin.
He'd give up his fame, give up his power if he could end his days at the drug god's feet.
"I'm going by Dominic Wright at the moment." he informed, the dry tone covering the shaking beneath and not doing a very good job of it. "'Why' which of the countless things I've done to wrong you Heroin?" he asked sadly, willing to take the blame for all the hurt he'd caused.