Alexander Wyatt (usedtobewy) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2014-10-14 13:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | jeremiah, wyatt |
WHO: Wyatt and Jere
WHEN: October 14, 2014; early evening
WHERE: The marina shop
WHAT: Coming clean. Finally.
Time to face the music. Or own up to shit. Wyatt knew it was long overdue, knew that he should have done this months ago. It probably wouldn’t even lessen things that he could at least tell Jere he wasn’t using consistently any longer, thanks to Kendall. It wasn’t even anything she was actively doing, but just knowing that she had his back made a difference.
Not that getting clean wasn’t hell all on its own.
Truth was, Wyatt thought that Jere probably already knew. There were enough clues in the last month. He hadn’t stepped into the shop in three weeks, because he didn’t trust himself to be near tools without causing some kind of irreversible accident. It was the same thing he’d down the first go around. He’d been keeping to himself a lot more than usual too, because all his usual patience was non-existent in the midst of withdrawal.
But Jere hadn’t called him out on any of it, so it was about time that Wyatt just told him. Made him feel like a fucking teenager again, having to explain one more fuck up, but supposedly it was the adult thing to do. Even if part of him wished he’d sent Kendall in to do it for him.
“You always listen to that shit when I’m not around,” Wyatt hollered into the space once he’d secured the main door again. With the size of the space, it was hard to pinpoint exactly where Jere was, and instead of searching him out, he leaned himself against one of the upright toolboxes. “Could use it as a zombie repellent, ‘cause ain’t a body out there right now.” Luckily. It’d been enough of a pain to get past the stragglers near the hotel.
“Dunno why you’re even in here, man. Ain’t like working on any of this has helped.” If he wasn’t here to fess up already, he would have hoped that that would have gotten Jere to assume that was why he hadn’t been near the shop lately.