closed starter for @covercdwithscars he usually thrived at events like these. social interactions always came very easily to sonny, but now, for some reason, he was sitting by the espresso martini station, cornered by himself, a few drinks in and doodling on a fancy napkin, completely avoiding any kind of social interaction. this was his third sketch, doodling a half assed early 2000's phone, the screen reading 'do you miss me?'. beside that, he wrote 'please miss me'. it was mostly a hidden message to his grandparents. sonny knew they did miss him, but he was painfully aware that they only missed the version of himself that doesn't exist. the proper scholar kid who was on his way to become a neurosurgeon. sonny wonders if they would ever accept who he actually was if they knew the real him, though he doubts that a universe where that was a possibility even existed. maybe it was just the alcohol getting to him, but this was sloppy work. then again, there isn't much intricacy that can be put into a fragile napkin, so there was that. there's also the fact that he's not exactly sober right now while doing these. there's a crappy malboro cigarette pack, and even another napkin with a mixtape that read 'library'. truthfully, he had done that subconsciously. it was in the back of his mind, the thought of showing up there again, but he hasn't. not since he was pretty much blown off the way he was. he's about to start adding the digits to the keypad on the cellphone, but he can clearly feel someone standing behind him. there's a lot of people at this event and maybe he is just being paranoid, but he can sense that someone is there, which causes him to pause what he was doing, his finetip black sharpie coming to a halt. "you know, i can feel you standing behind me." he says, without turning around to even check who it was, dark eyes not moving from the napkin in front of him as he adds another detail. "you can come sit if you want. i'm not gonna shiv you or anything." not that he wanted any company right now at all, but he wasn't rude, just uninterested.
