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Jesse’s gone. Dennis’ gone. It’s been her, Cassidy, and Banjo for awhile now, reminds her a lot of Annville, when it was just her, Brewski, and Cassidy (Banjo isn’t gonna end up like Brewski, though). Thing is, she thinks Cassidy’s around. Hasn’t goddamn seen him outside of the times she’s been getting actual sleep, no nightmares, no bullshit.
And so she’s in his doorway, flipping the light on, and giving a subtle, sharp inhalation, body rigid as she takes him in in all his drugged up, no-fucks-left glory. He looks worse than she’s ever seen him, almost as bad as he’d looked after burning for Jesse. “What happened, Cass?” she utters softly, shoulders slumping. Drugs are everywhere, every kind’a drug she can think of, and she has a bad feeling all the cash she’s been storing from her nights at the hurt locker is long gone. Puke’s flaked around his mouth, stained his clothes, his bed, body odor and piss loom into her nostrils, remind her of the nights sat beside her mother’s unresponsive body, holding her hand and willing her to throw up off the bed and not choke. The bitter memories bring a faint flame to her gaze, but there’s sympathy there, albeit tough sympathy. Tulip bucks up and heads to the kitchen, grabs a trash bag and immediately sets to cleaning up his mess of opiates, depressants, everything. “There’s no need for this, Cassidy. You goddamn STUPID? You think this shit is gonna fix ANYTHING?”