[Oh no he sniffed the booze]
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Jax cannot help but smile at the sight of Cyan, raising the bottle to wipe his forehead again with the back of that hand instead of his free one. But soon the smile fades as he’s asked if he’s drunk and something of an innocent expression takes his face.
“Drunk? Ah, of course not! I am merely... Merry, yes? Just a little... Merry.”
He edges across the room a little, approaching Cyan though doesn’t dare get too close. He knows the other is still iffy with him and a deep, sinking feeling fills his stomach.
Why can he just not forget what happened, especially when so tipsy he doubts he can walk straight?
So he just stands there, shoulders slumping, face turning tired, bottle hanging in his hand by his side.
“How are you ah... How are you doing, my friend?” And this time he runs his free hand down his entire face, blinking hard, voice tinted with a slight croak of sadness.
Perhaps it was a stupid idea to come here but his mind was filled with chaos at home, dangerous thoughts coursing through his head. He rather stay safe with a friend and Cyan was the first to come to mind. Selfish, yes, but if he did what he had planned then Cyan would be worse off, right? If he found out what he had planned then he would be sad and he doesn’t want to hurt the man any more.















