WHO: Adelaide and Cutter WHAT: Watching a movie and being awkward as usual WHERE: New York Public Library WHEN: April 29, 2019 RATING: Medium
Sleep had been elusive for a while now, but for the past few days, or rather nights, it had been almost impossible for him to get some rest at all. Too much had been going on in his head, and it showed. Cutter had caught a glimpse of himself earlier while he looked through a small grocery store and for a brief moment he had thought he was a zombie. his skin was an alarming shade of white, which was a great canvas for the dark circle under his eyes that were currently shimmering in a tone somewhere between purple and blue. If he had seen someone like that in a movie he would have assumed that the makeup artist had just started to learn the ropes, but apparently it was possible to look like that in real life. And he could have lived without that knowledge.
That was when he had sent Adelaide a message, because he was in desperate need of distraction and even though she was partially responsible for the fact that he couldn't sleep... He was slightly confused. More than slightly. But he also felt guilty for avoiding her for so long and wanted to show her that everything was okay, even though it wasn't. Or was it? He really didn't know. Their time together seemed to consist of periods where both their behavior and what they said - and didn't say - confused him thoroughly, and times where he pretended that didn't happen at all. So either he was busy analyzing everything or pretending there was no need to do that and he didn't like either stage.
For now he was in denial again, telling himself he was spending time with his best friend's little sister - although he knew she wouldn't like that train of thought at all, they had been over this both while sober and drunk. While out looting he had found a few things that were pretty much crucial for movie nights and although he was fairly sure that he wouldn't last long he had picked them up. Cutter walked up the stairs to the loft, still fully dressed from his looting trip, the bag he used slung over his shoulder, and in one hand a bag of popcorn fresh from the microwave. Poking his head into her aisle he held out the popcorn and dropped his bag, the soft clink of glass hinting at the array of soft drinks he had found - carefully avoiding to bring alcohol to the mix because that really was a bad idea, obviously.
"I'll be right back, just need ta get out of these clothes." There were dubious stains all over his jeans, most of them relatively fresh, and he was really looking forward to get rid of them, to trade them in for something more comfortable.