Johnny narrowed his eyes at Wylie briefly before he leaned forward to stub out the cigarette in the already full ashtray. It wasn't his weekend with Alice yet, so he'd clean it out and get back to smoking outside by Saturday. Or at least that was what he told himself.
"So what are you actually saying?" Johnny asked as he rubbed a hand over his face tiredly and tried to focus. The only downside to working in a bar was that when you were really in the mood to, you could bring home something to get drunk on pretty easy. And Johnny had done that the last three nights. This was the first one he'd spent sober, but it was still a struggle. "As you can see, I haven't fucking survived better without you. You left me in bloody limbo, Wylie. I didn't know where you'd gone. I didn't know if you had fucked off on me. I didn't know if you'd come back. I didn't know if I was supposed to hope that you'd come back. You were just... gone. So you aren't leaving me. You've come back?"
every man and their dog decided to call me :/
"So what are you actually saying?" Johnny asked as he rubbed a hand over his face tiredly and tried to focus. The only downside to working in a bar was that when you were really in the mood to, you could bring home something to get drunk on pretty easy. And Johnny had done that the last three nights. This was the first one he'd spent sober, but it was still a struggle. "As you can see, I haven't fucking survived better without you. You left me in bloody limbo, Wylie. I didn't know where you'd gone. I didn't know if you had fucked off on me. I didn't know if you'd come back. I didn't know if I was supposed to hope that you'd come back. You were just... gone. So you aren't leaving me. You've come back?"