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Did you get lost? For real. “I wouldn’t joke about it,” he retorted in a mumble, a copious amount of embarrassment washing over his senses. It felt like everyone was staring, observing the kid in the street trying to recoil into himself like he was on the brink of a nervous breakdown. It’s more humiliating now that he’s a fully grown man that can’t determine when he would spiral out of control, despite desperately wishing he was in control. His other question bounced one ear and out the other, deeming it a purely rhetorical one in the midst of his predicament. It was one of many reasons he used to run away– once in a while, he’d become a captive of overwhelming confusion and unable to discern where he lived, where he came from, how to return home. I’ll take you home if you want. A harsh flush coated his cheeks, ducking his head to press his hands against his eyes and mumbling, “I don’t remember where I live.” Breathe. Don’t panic, don’t panic. Did they steal his memories again? Snatch them away for safekeeping? Chest tightening, Orion’s tongue felt like sandpaper sticking to the roof of his mouth and forced himself to approach where Elias was sitting. At least moving out of the line of traffic would help avoid the innumerous peculiar looks. “No, I… took them last night, my wife gives me my meds,” he said honestly, looking down at the bag, “She, um, had… a thing– she had school– this morning and I slept in, so… I tried to take them, but there wasn’t anything in my pillbox. But– she’s, she’s good at giving me my meds.” She wouldn’t– she wouldn’t give him the wrong ones, he can’t discern them to save his ass unless they were properly distributed in the box. Would she? Looking all around him as he spoke, Orion chewed on the scar at the center of his lower lip. “Was I supposed to– meet you today? Did you tell me?” he asked hoarsely, forcing the words out and turning his gaze back on Elias’ face.
“I’m not joking.” Elias replies, getting sick of people not taking his words seriously. He tries not to just think of himself though, like he usually does, and registers Orion’s words since holy shit does he not sound like a couple of Elias’s buddies when they’re up too high in the clouds. He kind of knows better though (or does he, he gets swarmed with doubts when he runs out of the shit he needs to inhale) Orion and addiction are the least likely subjects to clash together knowing a tiny bit of his family history. He’s been around enough stoners anyway to acknoweldge their attitudes when they’re baked out of their minds, this one just seems more severe than usual. Not knowing his way back home when he isn’t intoxicated? A huge red flag over his condition. The whole wife schtick still confuses him, but he lets that slide, anyway. Brought his fingers up to his lips while he thinks. “Jesus, so you didn’t take any?” Things like this make him think if he’ll ever be able to function in a domestic setting. Unless he finds a spouse that’s as caring as Orion’s wife, he thinks family is just out of his gosh darn reach. “Not sure. We texted for a bit, though. Left you on read. I told you I was craving and you told me not to be alone.” Elias hums, shrugging his shoulders. “Maybe we should get inside? My room’s a fuckin’ mess but you can rest there for a little bit until you sober up, then we can go home. You’re not in a hurry, are you?” He asks him. “We could also call your wife if possible.”
