For the angst meme- Estonia and Latvia, “I won’t judge you.”
Thank you for the prompt! :D (I have so much fun writing these ficlets)
"You've been drinking." Eduard took his gloves off, shoving them into his coat's pockets before removing the garment and hanging it on the coat-tree in Raivis's living room.
"How would you know? All you did was look at me." Raivis wasn't angry, per se; he was just a bit annoyed that this was the first thing out of Eduard's mouth, right after he entered his home.
"You're more relaxed than you usually are; your shoulders aren't all tensed up. And your eyes aren't as bright."
Raivis exhaled, knowing that it would be stupid to lie to Eduard; the taller boy was just too observant to fall for it. "Yeah, I had some Absolut, a bottle and a half, I think."
This caused Eduard to pause, narrowing his eyes. "A bottle and a half? Why would you do--" He cut himself off, instead sitting on the sofa, gesturing Raivis to join him. "I have many questions, but I won't ask now. Just know that, while I don't like it, I won't judge you."
Almost timidly, Raivis sat down next to Eduard, curling his knees to his chest, and rested his head against the bespectacled boy's arm.
"I didn't mean to," Raivis finally spoke, after a few moments of silence, his eyes starting to ache with the familiar pressure of tears, which he forced himself to suppress. "I just started thinking about some things. Things I want to forget, but I can't, no matter what I do, even though it's been decades. Drinking helps a bit, though. Makes my thoughts slower. Makes it hurt less. You know I barely get drunk; I have too much of a tolerance, now. But it numbs me enough."
Before Raivis could continue, Eduard pulled him to his chest and hugged him so tightly that he could feel the taller boy's heartbeat.
As Eduard rubbed his back, Raivis finally let the tears fall.
(...I almost want to continue this, X'D)
