xxi can take all that you can give
xxit’s survival of the sickest
xxi am not afraid, bring the pain
xxwhat doesn’t kill me makes me vicious
xx
He missed most of what Markus said, still too far amused, but he understood the meaning behind Markus' words, and the smile slid off of his face. Markus was judging Lucian. Markus was being that judgmental hero Lucian should have expected him to be. He thought he was better than Lucian just because he was sober.
"Oh piss off, Markus," he groaned. "I'm tired of you thinking that you're better than me, okay? You have no idea. No goddamn idea of what I've gone through. I work my ass off and then you just swan in behind me at the last moment and think you're better than me? If you're staying, have a drink, take a fucking Xanax, find some cute..." he trailed off as he realised that he didn't know where he was going with that sentence. "Person and just do whatever the hell you want. But if you're going to just lord your sobriety over me, you can piss off. I don't need you here. I don't want you here," he snapped. The annoyance and anger cut through the cloud and haze of intoxication. It gave him a moment of clarity, made the world a little less fun, and a little stranger.