Re: Bar: Sam & Neil
[She didn't know he was over there having himself a blamefest, yeah? Or she would have smacked him, drunk or not. She knew he did that all the fucking time, but she was sure his guilt was all about Meredith in that moment, so she didn't even consider he might be beating himself the fuck up about THEM. He shrugged, and she let it go, yeah? Maybe it was better not to think about any of it, at least at that moment, standing on the sidewalk and her with a hunger in her veins that matched the booze in his. She figured he'd thought about them fucking, and decided he wasn't into it. His indifference in Silent Hill just made that more convincing, and she didn't expect to hear anything fucking more on the subject or whatever.
She didn't even think about the fact that maybe Meredith had helped him get straight. Maybe she should have realized that, but she didn't. She did think they maybe just needed each other, yeah? Him and Mere. Because bad shit did that, made you want to cling and be clung to, and she really did want him to get over this. For himself, yeah?
She wasn't expecting him to give her shit about not using AT ALL, so she wasn't surprised. Reassurance given, she touched his cheek with rough fingers, and then she nudged him away from the bar and down the sidewalk, careful so he wouldn't lose his fucking balance, and then she went to find a door out. Gotham, yeah? And his twenty burning a hole in her pocket.]