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Spencer had known his grandmother had been ill for a long time. It seemed like the last year had been diagnosis after diagnosis, surgery after surgery. The costs had been hurting him and his mother, the misery of seeing his wife in pain had been wearing down on his grandfather. But when the doctor had told Spencer his grandma probably had less than a week, it still sent him into shock. She had been a part of his everyday life for over fourteen years and he wouldn’t be the man he was without her. Just the thought of not going to her house and receiving a warm hug and vegan cookies made him feel sick and dizzy. He’d experienced loss before with his dad, but nothing as permanent and unstoppable as death.
So once he’d gotten his family back to their house, he’d decided he’d earned a night to try and forget. One last peaceful sleep before he had to start facing reality. And that’s how he ended up at a bar, blissfully wasted, tonic and gin in his hand. He was talking animatedly to an old man who was totally out of it about the magic of propagating succulents when a familiar voice called out to him. He turned in his seat, swaying a little from lack of balance, and then he narrowed his eyes to get a good look at the guy in the dim lights of the bar. “Oh. Hi.” @yovthaway
Sasha wasn’t at a low point, not really, but he wasn’t in a great place. He wasn’t keeping track of his diet, he wasn’t as focused in the ring as he should be, and tonight he had just finished a screaming match with his sister. they’d come to a head and there was no avoiding it any more, no room for polite conversations, no more gently nudging Sasha to talk about the things he didn’t want to say. It was loud and messy and something he was desperate to forget. So as he ordered three shots of vodka, and some food he sat with his head in his hands palms pressed against his forehead wishing some pain away.
He made it a point to block out everything around him until he had just a little bit of something in his system, but then he heard a voice a few stools over that snapped him back the present. Looking past, or even through some might say, the people in his way he was faced with a sight with the man he loved with all his heart.Sasha’s eyebrows furrowed and he was suddenly glad they had taken so long to give him just the few drinks he wanted. Standing up he took a few seconds almost nearly behind when he finally mustered the words to say firmly. “Spencer, hey ba-... Spence, what the fuck are you doing here?... Are you okay?”
