( @stparadoxical )
By now, Oz truly wonders why Sasha sticks around. He's glad, of course- but after the now-witch has abandoned everything they stood for, has left the Brotherhood... they've lost so many friends. Their boyfriend. And yet... here he is. At Oz's apartment for dinner.
So the witch pushes his wheelchair along, nods curtly at the bottle of wine set on the countertop. "That's for us, if you want to get trashed." He looks over his shoulder at his friend with a clearing of his throat. "You doing okay? Things good?" Small talk is never Oz's strong suit. Conversation always veers towards too-serious for him. Maybe it's the conditioning of his family, the life he's led until now.
It was simple really, and Oz may have known the answer if he ever did ask, but Sasha didn't have a complicated or wordy answer to it. He stuck around because he wanted to, and whether that was a good or bad thing... Well, he'd let it bite him in the ass later on. An eight-year relationship was hard to throw out of the window no matter how strange it was So here he was in Oz's apartment, a place he knew all too well at this point. "Why are you talk-talking to me like i'm your co-worker?" He shook his head with a soft laugh, standing on his toes to grab his favorite glass from Oz's cabinet to fill it to the brim with alcohol. "Of course ham-hammered, why wouldn't we?"
