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Ian knew Sammy was just saying that to make him feel better and he knew he smelled pretty awful. He just let it go though, also knowing Sampson would argue with him. “It’s fine I can sleep later..I don’t have work tonight so I can sleep then.” He was glad for the day off work. His body needed it. He was thankful when Sammy brought him the blanket, holding it around himself and leaning his shoulder against the arm of the couch to face Sampson. “Not really..same old shit. Same assholes trying to touch me and fuck me and buy me at the club. I hate Valentine’s Day. Fucking gross guys who can’t get a date just come in and get drunk and handsy.” He grumbled, pulling his knees up and wrapping his arms around them.

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“Well, I’m glad you have the night off. Still, you need sleep. Especially with those bruises.” He pointed out, sitting next to Ian on the couch. Sampson hated that Ian was always getting touched by gross men who treated him wrong, and how his boss treated him wrong. “I’m sorry that you have to deal with all of that. I know that I haven’t been through that kind of stuff, but you can always talk to me if you need to.” He told him, carefully slipping an arm around the other.

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“I’m fine I promise.” Ian said dismissively, “just kinda sore..” he shrugged a little as well, “fuck I smell awful though…when I got home from work this morning I just passed out I didn’t even get to my bed.” Ian sighed and plopped back onto the couch, pulling his T-shirt off since it was so sweaty. The bruises along his ribs were purple and green and sore and ached so much it felt nice to lay against the soft couch. “Works been a bitch lately…”

“You smell fine, it’s okay.” He assured him, knowing that he didn’t smell any better. It’d been hard to take care of himself. “Oh gosh...I should have dropped by later so that you could get some sleep.” He frowned, mad at himself for not considering that the man would be sleeping. Seeing the bruises, he quickly went to Ian’s bedroom and grabbed the closest blanket, pulling it around the man. “Do you want to talk about it?”

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Text// Sammy

Dom: then maybe cold turkey...it’ll hurt but it might be the only option.

Sam: i dont want to hurt i cant take it when it hurts

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Ian couldn’t help but wince in pain, groaning softly when Sampson hugged him. The bruises around his ribs ached as pressure was put on them. “I’m fine…I missed you too..you wanna uh..come in?” He asked, stepping back from Sampson and putting a hand on his side as the bruise there ached. The apartment was a mess, beer bottles littered the kitchen and the coffee table, and there was reruns of sit coma playing on the tv. He just didn’t like the silence. There was also a pretty incriminating bag of coke on the table. He bought an 8 ball a few days ago and was a pretty good way through it. He needed it to get through his shifts without screaming at the customers.

Sampson immediately pulled back as he heard the pain wince and groan. He didn’t mean to hurt him. “You don’t sound fine...” He pointed out sadly, taking the other's invitation and stepping inside. He didn’t mind the mess because, honestly, it looked just like his own mess at home. He saw the bag but didn’t say anything. He wasn’t going to judge him when he couldn’t get himself clean either.

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Text// Sammy

Dom: sammy you wont die

Dom: you just gotta wean yourself off of it. Use less and less until you don’t need it anymore.

Sam: but every time i do some i have to do more

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Ian had been passed out on the couch when the knocks came and woke him up. He almost fell off his couch when he stumbled to get up. He hadn’t been sober in days, and this was his first day off work in a while. He stumbled to the door, gunning something about who the fuck is waking me up. He was surprised to see Sampson there, and definitely wouldn’t want Sammy to see him this way normally, but he was too or of it to even care right then. “Sammy? What are you doing here?” He asked in a hoarse voice, his throat sore from the abuse it suffered from his customers using him. He ran a hand over his face, squinting his eyes from the light outside. Ian pushed his hair out of his face, it was greasy and his brown roots were growing out again.

He was scared. He was scared that Ian wasn’t home, or worse, that he was. He didn’t know what he was going to say or what he was going to do. He felt so weak and drained of life. As soon as he saw Ian, he frowned. He didn’t look or sound okay. Quickly, without thinking about it, he lurched forward and hugging the man tightly. “I missed you...” He offered as a response. “Are you okay?”

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Text// Sammy

Dom: sammy you gotta if you wanna get clean

Dom: it’s difficult but you can do it okay? I know you can.

Sam: no i cant

Sam: i've been doing this since i was like twelve

Sam: i think if i try, like really try, i'll die

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It felt like a million years since he’d seen Ian. He felt awful, he’d told Ian that he’d stop with the coke but he couldn’t. He’d slipped up so many times, he’d burned the red scarf that he always wore, even in the blistering sunlight. Now he just had a way-too-large sweatshirt on and had the hood pulled up so that his face couldn’t be seen unless at very close distance. When he reached Ian’s place, he felt like throwing up, like turning on his heels and bolting. But he willed himself to knock on the door, tears in his eyes.

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Text// Sammy

Dom: I know but it’s gonna happen if you wanna get clean. You gotta push through the withdrawals yanno

Sam: then i dont wanna

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Text// Sammy

Dom: you can. I know it hurts but you can do it. If you need my help I’ll be here for you. Of course it’s gonan hurt because your body is so used to the chemicals. You just have to adjust it to be able to live without them.

Sam: i dont wanna hurt, i already feel gross in the head, I dont wanna feel gross in the chest too

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