Who: Dally & Andy What: Some well overdue brotherly bonding When: Saturday afternoon at Bonnaroo Where: Under the van Warnings: Drug use, feels
Andy honestly didn't think he should be at Bonaroo - he'd wanted to go to see the bands and, more importantly, hang out with his brothers as a family at first, but after the arguments between Taj and Chester and Dally, after Taj had left, after he'd slipped off into a really bad bout of depression, he now wanted to go because he didn't know how to stay behind.
It had been awkward, trying to pretend that he wouldn't be there if he hadn't stopped at Taj's and found his brother there, pretending that his distance and sleeping and ocassional nausea were from some kind of 'maybe getting a virus' instead of the things he'd shoved away and sat on for his brother's sakes. Pretending that he didn't know what Dally really thought of him, that it didn't still bother him that Taj had been about to leave.
He'd peaked early with Radiohead on Friday night and had discretely taken a couple of pills bought from some guy he'd met. He was still dopey now but certainly wasn't bouncing off anything. He'd holed up like a dog in the sun underneath the trailer in the comparable cool of the shadows, trying not to think about the sick lead knot in his tummy or what he was going to do when he got home. He couldn't stay with Taj anymore; it was only a matter of time until he too pushed his brother to breaking point and who knew if Taj would ever come back then. That and he was ashamed, sickened by his plans to kill himself which in turn only fuelled his desire to do so in a sick feedback loop of self-disgust.
He put his hands over his face, lying on his back under the van, and tried to put it out of his mind for now. He'd keep acting like nothing was wrong for now, no need to spoil anyone else's good time, and then, well, he'd deal with it then.