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Nov. 10th, 2016 12:30 pmHe shouldn't be driving in this state. But when had that ever stopped him back home?
Kavinsky didn't really have a plan going into the whole situation. Newt was having one of his grayer days, and Kavinsky could only do so much. He couldn't fix this. He couldn't make this better, because all he knew how to do was give himself, give things, and that wouldn't solve this.
So he'd left a note on the bedside table while Newt dozed, kissed his forehead, and had been drinking from a bottle of vodka since.
He didn't really know how he'd ended up in front of Jack and Poison's door. He hadn't intended to. But here he was, still gripping that bottle of vodka in one fist, his keys in the other.
He knocked. Congratulated himself on that. It was just alcohol in his system right now, but he felt rough and fuzzy all at once. He knocked again. Again. Tap-tap-tap.
Kavinsky didn't really have a plan going into the whole situation. Newt was having one of his grayer days, and Kavinsky could only do so much. He couldn't fix this. He couldn't make this better, because all he knew how to do was give himself, give things, and that wouldn't solve this.
So he'd left a note on the bedside table while Newt dozed, kissed his forehead, and had been drinking from a bottle of vodka since.
He didn't really know how he'd ended up in front of Jack and Poison's door. He hadn't intended to. But here he was, still gripping that bottle of vodka in one fist, his keys in the other.
He knocked. Congratulated himself on that. It was just alcohol in his system right now, but he felt rough and fuzzy all at once. He knocked again. Again. Tap-tap-tap.
