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Day 263 - Wednesday, September 10th
[By morning, Max's texts are mostly jibberish but the article he delivers to Peter at 3:30 AM is well polished, especially given in the e-mail and subject body the entire line was off by one or more--- 'yjr stiv;r er ys;lrff snnpiy' for 'The article we talked about' and the body was similarly incoherent.
Everything hurts. He knows Ash would tell him to take a damn sleeping pill already. He knows a lot of things. He knows Ash is tired of his pity party. He knows even if Ash were to tell him something comforting, he wouldn't believe it. But being in this brain-rotted state of sleepless delirium is actually further from consciousness. In sleep, he dreams, and there he is. Right now, there's a state as far from himself, as if his self has decayed, like inebriation, and that's nice enough he decides it calls for some actual inebriation. They've got hard liquor and his publication calls for some, so he's going to toast to himself at sunrise, and let the cats hear him tell them in loud, slurring detail about the time Eiji saved Ash in the sewers, that their Ash is all sewer stinky now again, and that Ash won't come home because he's fantasizing about better times with a better useless sidekick, and also he's probably blowing Blanca to get magical answers, or maybe just because he likes men who can react. At any rate, they should come outside with him he decides, and he will also pour alcohol into shot glasses that he'll set on the ground level for them.
By 8:00, he's Shawn's problem. His texting skills have deteriorated enough to switch to voice.
Shawn puts up with it for about fifteen minutes, but he's got things to do, like wait in the bar for Ash to wake up and see how things have been going.
He is then Jenkins's and Charlie's and even Kent's problem. All of them are surely grateful to Ash for having encouraged him to build and reach out to a friend group a little more.]
Everything hurts. He knows Ash would tell him to take a damn sleeping pill already. He knows a lot of things. He knows Ash is tired of his pity party. He knows even if Ash were to tell him something comforting, he wouldn't believe it. But being in this brain-rotted state of sleepless delirium is actually further from consciousness. In sleep, he dreams, and there he is. Right now, there's a state as far from himself, as if his self has decayed, like inebriation, and that's nice enough he decides it calls for some actual inebriation. They've got hard liquor and his publication calls for some, so he's going to toast to himself at sunrise, and let the cats hear him tell them in loud, slurring detail about the time Eiji saved Ash in the sewers, that their Ash is all sewer stinky now again, and that Ash won't come home because he's fantasizing about better times with a better useless sidekick, and also he's probably blowing Blanca to get magical answers, or maybe just because he likes men who can react. At any rate, they should come outside with him he decides, and he will also pour alcohol into shot glasses that he'll set on the ground level for them.
By 8:00, he's Shawn's problem. His texting skills have deteriorated enough to switch to voice.
Shawn puts up with it for about fifteen minutes, but he's got things to do, like wait in the bar for Ash to wake up and see how things have been going.
He is then Jenkins's and Charlie's and even Kent's problem. All of them are surely grateful to Ash for having encouraged him to build and reach out to a friend group a little more.]
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[ He holds out his phone. ]
Try to sleep before then. It's better if you're not too tired.
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[Shawn announces loudly, though when taking the piss out of Ash in his own territory, he makes a show of stepping away and slightly wincing as if expecting violence, showing proper deference when making a public jest. He does know Ash has a reputation. Nobody actually believes he's actually scared, but it is important he shows he knows he's the real butt of his joke rather than The Boss.
This is the same boy who's iron pride wouldn't let him bend even just a little to get out of the corner.]
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He could take his nap next to Max. He was least argumentative when sleeping. ]
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Then, it was time to sleep with Max for a little bit. He'd made plans to meet with Shawn at the bar at 1:00 so that gives him time. He adds a pill dispenser beside on Max's bedside table. They include a dose of the sleeping medication at night as well as the pain meds. A note tells him there's a smoothie in the fridge.
He leaves in time to meet Shawn knowing Max will likely always for a few more hours still. ]