SAMUELxHARRISON
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xxx"i know i should walk away
xxxbut i just want to let you break my brain.
xxxand i can't seem to get a grip
xxxno matter how i live with it."
xSamuel lost track of how long his "breather" took. Mostly because he sat down to draw. He told himself for only five minutes. He spent a little longer than that on it, but when he finally came out of his artistic trance, the apartment was quiet. He took out his contacts, and for one, brief moment, appreciated what the world looked like without them. Blurry. Everything blended together, the details were gone, and there was something almost comforting and familiar about it. And then he put back on his glasses. Ran his fingers through his hair, and swapped his borrowed blazer for an oversized hoodie. He was sorely tempted to just go to bed instead of cleaning up, but knew he'd feel even less like cleaning up in the morning.
He wasn't expecting to find Ris against his door. He laughed a little at his roommate. "Regretting that keg stand now, huh?" He teased lightly. Now, everything seemed clearer. Sharper. Now that the alcohol had stopped clouding his mind, he could actually think. Things had just been clouded after the argument with Jamie earlier that day. Ris had always been the one to cheer him up after an argument, so the thought of him not being there was what had been distressing Samuel. And it had just been made worse by another argument. And it made sense in his head and it was convenient, so he wasn't going to argue with that theory. It was something he could afford to dwell on.
"Come on. We'll get you that water," Sam said, holding out a hand to pull Ris to his feet.