Re: Si/Jamie: diner
[Si had been living as the worst parts of himself for almost half his life at this point. There was nothing flattering about addiction. Nothing. But, you'd want that high so fucking badly, you didn't care about the cost. Not of dignity, integrity, respect, anything. Si knew what it was like to not only be pathetic, but disgusting, but pitiable, and on and on. Shame. It all came down to shame. That feeling that could burn through your gut. He only endured it when there was some tar in him, like there was now, just enough for a little while long. He took a drag on his cigarette, looking up through the smoke at Jamie.] Do you remember any times that someone else was humiliated in front of you?