Booker stayed up for awhile. It was hard to fully let go of the thoughts circling around his head. But it was also hard to deny he was loved and cared for when so many warm bodies were pressed against him, unwilling to leave him struggling alone.
But he felt drained after facing so many deep pains and heavy guilts. The large amount of whiskey didn't help either. Sleep basically dragged him under. He was lucky that he didn't have another nightmare.
This wasn't the end. He knew his friends would make sure he wasn't still struggling and they'd probably hover like worried grandmothers but somehow that didn't feel as suffocating as before.
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Date: 2020-09-12 11:11 pm (UTC)But he felt drained after facing so many deep pains and heavy guilts. The large amount of whiskey didn't help either. Sleep basically dragged him under. He was lucky that he didn't have another nightmare.
This wasn't the end. He knew his friends would make sure he wasn't still struggling and they'd probably hover like worried grandmothers but somehow that didn't feel as suffocating as before.