Oct 26, 2025
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"He didn't know what to think.
Wiping his mouth again on the sleeve of his jacket, he swallowed.
He could still taste Stuart on his tongue.
Looking to his right, he grabbed the bottle of rum with a shaky hand and brought it up to his lips, taking a swig.
Shit.
The bitter flavour flooded his throat and he grimaced.
A part of him wanted to run after Stuart. To know what he was feeling, ask him the difficult questions he couldn't find any answers to.
Another part of him, the bigger one, wanted to just... forget."
[29.2k; Explicit; Emotionally constipated 2Doc]
