“Well I usually don’t suck at promises like that,” he shook his head, laughing it off gently. Of course Finn was normally great at keeping promises, but a promise to keep him away from something like alcohol was a promise that he obviously could not keep. It was always the alcohol that was able to keep him away from drugs, but as of late even that seemed a little too tempting. “I am,” he pointed out, “How am I not?” He challenged playfully. Maybe he really was showing an undertone of rudeness, and yet he’d just continue to blame it on the alcohol that was stocked up in his system. “Yeah, yeah, shut up Phoebs,” he rolled his eyes at her joke, glad for the comfort of just holding hands and yet the nickname that so easily rolled off his tongue in the past felt a bit foreign now, weeks later. Reaching his apartment seemed quicker than usual, the time seemed to pass quicker from the intoxication both of them were in. Of course he led them both straight to the kitchen, slipping off his jacket to place it haphazardly on the singular chair at the table. He turned as she pulled out the bottle from the cabinet and his heart sunk now, letting the feeling sink in that she was actually here with him in this moment. He let out a chuckle, grabbing the glass from her fingers, gratefully taking a sip. After all the alcohol he indulged in tonight, he really didn’t need another drink, but how could he refuse now. Finn gave off an incredulous look at her comment, masking his expression with yet another sip. As if he could have actually moved on quicker out of the duo. The silence soon became a bit too apparent so he let out a laugh, but it came out more awkward then the silence that was there before. “Always is just me,” he approached softly, his voice bearing a more honest tone.
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