justin finch-fletchley is a fierce badger. (nosnakes) wrote in vindicatus,
Wayne/Justin
Justin exhaled, his breath coming out in a short huff as he considered what Wayne said. He did a good job of not letting himself give into the idea of drinking his problems away on most days, but an exception could be made for his birthday, where his ex was at his party and she’d sent him a message earlier that day, a reminder of what used to be whether she’d meant it that way or not. Maybe it would help, but where he was at the moment just made him more aware of all of it. Did that mean he should keep drinking til it stopped?
“Right.” Lifting his head, he took another drink to keep himself from asking any number of questions on the tip of his tongue. None of them had answers, at least none that Wayne could give, and Justin would be damned if he completely ruined the night by trying to get them out of Megan. There was nothing good that would come from that.
“I don’t want to move on,” he blurted after a moment, biting down on the inside of his lip almost hard enough to draw blood. Like he somehow had to pay for admitting it. “I’m not trying to be some stubborn, creepy asshole, you know? I’m not trying to do… anything. I just can’t make myself move on.”