[ At this point, Baby doesn't really feel the cold anymore. He can't tell if it's the alcohol, or just the numbness that accompanies wanting to forget all about recent events. It's taking every possible ounce of strength for him to not just break down, because there's a part of him that refuses to do so, especially in front of Kimberly.
Not that he's trying to appear stronger than he is. But he can't help but feel awkward, considering their past. She might not want to hear about his broken heart, and he wouldn't blame her for it. He squeezes his fingers around hers, probably holding on a little tighter than he has to, feeling the softness of her skin against his. ]
Why are you glad? I'm a mess.
[ It's the first truthful thing he's said in hours. He's been pretending to be fine, to be sober, he's pretended like he's happy to be here. The only one to apparently not buy any of his bullshit had been Otis, curling up to him every chance he got. Probable he's heartbroken too, the poor thing. ]
Would you walk me home? I should probably take - [ A little hiccup. ] - Otis out for a walk.
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Not that he's trying to appear stronger than he is. But he can't help but feel awkward, considering their past. She might not want to hear about his broken heart, and he wouldn't blame her for it. He squeezes his fingers around hers, probably holding on a little tighter than he has to, feeling the softness of her skin against his. ]
Why are you glad? I'm a mess.
[ It's the first truthful thing he's said in hours. He's been pretending to be fine, to be sober, he's pretended like he's happy to be here. The only one to apparently not buy any of his bullshit had been Otis, curling up to him every chance he got. Probable he's heartbroken too, the poor thing. ]
Would you walk me home? I should probably take - [ A little hiccup. ] - Otis out for a walk.