why he would want to burn them? That's awful...

shakes his head. They don't do him any good. Just bring back memories.

he should return them, then? Doing something so harsh would be terrible in the long-run.

shrugs. They'll be here. He's not going all the way out there to give them back.

he would probably do best in doing that. It would make him feel better.

nods, feeling his mood worsen. he's going to go to a bar now to work to forget he found the damn things.

drinking doesn't solve *everything*...

scoffs and heads to the door. It might not solve anything, but then again as long as he doesn't remember that there is *anything* to solve-

it'll be fine. That's good enough.

stand on his way, arms crossed and everything. Then she will point out how forgetting things doesn't help. They come back to bite him in the

arse later on. He should solve his problems instead of making himself feel worse in the long run.

glower at her, stuffing his wallet in his back pocket for use. He won't touch her but he'll seriously want her to move. She's in the way.

tells her so with a growl. Move woman. He'd rather not deal now.

ain't moving out of the way. In fact, she will tell him to *sit down*, take a deep breath and ponder things. And she's kind of a stubborn

lady, just so he knows.

not sit down. He'll pace and try to think of another way to get out of the house. If she were a man she'd be eating carpet while he-

on the way to booze. There's nothing to ponder, he swears.

dares him. Just try her patience. There *is* something to ponder - well, many things, starting with how much he drinks and how he's been

doing lately. So deal with the motherly instinct, please. She's strong in her beliefs.

storms into his kitchen, not caring if she followed or not. Maybe he's lucky and there's a bottle hiding somewhere. As for how much he-

he drinks, he drinks enough. Enough to forget his own name, enough to make a new friend. So what? He slams cupboard doors open and shut.

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does follow him eventually - but only when she hears him slamming those cupboard doors. She rather hopes there aren't any more bottles

around here. She'll tell him, at a distance, that he has a problem. And he should solve it, not make it worse.

(pft lol. for shame)

stiffens and bends so he can look under his sink. There might be one he hid for an emergency...nope. Godamnit. He scowls and jerks back-

smacking his head standing up too quick. Fuck. What problem? He doesn't have a problem.

tells him to *sit down* and take a deep breath. He drinks too much, that's the problem. If he solved that, he would be in this situation

right now.

does not drink too much. He'll sit but because he wants to damnit. He frowns at her and ruffles his hair and moves to his couch. So there-

the problem is solved. Can he go to bar now?

shakes her head. No, no; he doesn't have to talk about it if he doesn't want to, but she's not letting him get drunk just to forget about

this... whatever it is.

glares and shifts so his slouching on his couch. If he talks can he go get drunk?

rolls her eyes. Hey man if that's his life's point then she's just going to give up now. Miracles aren't exactly her department.

snorts. "Don't roll your eyes at me." He looks back up at the attic and shakes his head. He still could go look for his matches...

just tells him she will roll her eyes at him all she wants. And. If he does that, she will punch him. I:

raises an eyebrow at her. She can punch him if she wants to, as long as he gets a kiss afterwords. He feels agitated. God women made him-

nervous. It was so much easier to deal with men.

apparently has that effect on people; eh, men. "... No." She'd punch him to prove a point, man.

isn't surprised. She's pretty formidable. He smirks, but the saucy affect is ruined by him yawning and rubbing an eye. "it'd be worth it."

can see why; she just choses not to, on occasion. She rolls her eyes again. "I can't see how."

laughs but drops it before his pride gets hurt and he offends her. "Your loss." Reaching down under the couch in case he finds a bottle-

rolled under he feels something. What the hell...? Great. It's boxers. He makes a face. These aren't his. They're Sadiq's. "Great."

might be offended, but she'd probably act like it was nothing; well, depending on what he would say. She scrunches up her nose, however, not

having expected to see that. "Wonderful."

coughs, and slides them back under the couch. "Well if it helps I wasn't expecting that. And I'm sorry you saw them." He should clean his-

house more. He coughs again and smiles. "Would it make it less awkward if you knew whose they were?"

moves away from the couch, not wanting to be near them. He swallows a lump and he rubs at his eye. He hasn't been sleeping too well-

lately. There's rings under his eyes.