unfortunately, charlie is no stranger to breakdowns. but this is different. he’s used to being clung to, he’s used to hearing every nightmare and passing terror poured out to him. it looks like he’ll have to fight to hear even that.
“–is that what you really want?” he keeps his voice calm, but it’s stern. it knows.
“’cause i don’t wanna leave you ALONE, dylan.”
he should not be alone ; dylan knows this . the intimate knowledge of his lack of stability is infinitely there , plaguing his thoughts in bad && good times alike , indiscriminately . there’s an endless source of anger , an endless reminder of horrid pain the details of which have never slipped through evil jaws to be allowed to heal .
‘ YOU FUCKIN- YOU KNOW FUCK ALL . you got NOTHIN’ on me- ’
takes yet another swig from an unknown bottle that hangs loosely but expertly from his fingertips . breathes raggedly as bones rapidly shift around lungs , stab into them && force him to live in pain .
‘ i don’- I DON’T FUCKIN’ KNOW , O K A Y ? ’