Just back for some weekend love *squishes fic*

I forgot to say in my first comment I love how you've worked in the drugs, how they work for him and where they fail; the contrast of getting high and coming down and how it ties into all his so-very-confused emotions. Brilliant portrayal!

Also, I forgot to quote this paragraph, which breaks my heart:

He drew his knees tighter to his chest, realising suddenly that he was again half-hard, and nothing, nothing had been this fucking confusing in such a long time. He bit back what he thought might be a whine, and forced himself to stand up. Suddenly, all he really wanted was a bed; a bed with no one else in it; to be dead to the world in a pile of blankets and pillows.

That is such a Deniz thing to do and feel - that "little boy lost" instinct, despite all his braggartness and loud-mouthedness and over-sexedness (shut up, all of these are now words), to run and curl up somewhere and hide. CUTS ME UP.

Love this fic, love you, Mystery Author. SO MUCH WIN! <3333333333333