He's trying to quit. Tim is trying to quite and Mike would have laughed had he been a little bit sober, a little bit more aware, he would have laughed.
As it is he still somehow manages to be observational, even while hallucinating. It's dimmed now, but Mike can visibly see the light bending through the window and blinds.
Tim, though, Tim is pushing him back against the wall and his back hits it, a calendar that hasn't been turned since July toppling down. Mike doesn't care. Mike grabs the other's flannel shirt and pulls him closer, breathing heavily and somewhat irregularly.
"You gonna blame me for all your shitty problems go ahead but we both know that's not true, Gutterson." Tim is infuriating right now and Mike realizes it's because he's completely sober for the first time in a while.
"What's going to get you through the night now? God? A higher calling? Nothing is. This isn't about me, this is about you trying to quit the only thing that helps you from waking up with sand an ash in your mouth."
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As it is he still somehow manages to be observational, even while hallucinating. It's dimmed now, but Mike can visibly see the light bending through the window and blinds.
Tim, though, Tim is pushing him back against the wall and his back hits it, a calendar that hasn't been turned since July toppling down. Mike doesn't care. Mike grabs the other's flannel shirt and pulls him closer, breathing heavily and somewhat irregularly.
"You gonna blame me for all your shitty problems go ahead but we both know that's not true, Gutterson." Tim is infuriating right now and Mike realizes it's because he's completely sober for the first time in a while.
"What's going to get you through the night now? God? A higher calling? Nothing is. This isn't about me, this is about you trying to quit the only thing that helps you from waking up with sand an ash in your mouth."