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“I’m fine I promise.” Ian said dismissively, “just kinda sore..” he shrugged a little as well, “fuck I smell awful though…when I got home from work this morning I just passed out I didn’t even get to my bed.” Ian sighed and plopped back onto the couch, pulling his T-shirt off since it was so sweaty. The bruises along his ribs were purple and green and sore and ached so much it felt nice to lay against the soft couch. “Works been a bitch lately…”

Dom: then maybe cold turkey...it’ll hurt but it might be the only option.

Ian couldn’t help but wince in pain, groaning softly when Sampson hugged him. The bruises around his ribs ached as pressure was put on them. “I’m fine…I missed you too..you wanna uh..come in?” He asked, stepping back from Sampson and putting a hand on his side as the bruise there ached. The apartment was a mess, beer bottles littered the kitchen and the coffee table, and there was reruns of sit coma playing on the tv. He just didn’t like the silence. There was also a pretty incriminating bag of coke on the table. He bought an 8 ball a few days ago and was a pretty good way through it. He needed it to get through his shifts without screaming at the customers.

Dom: sammy you wont die

Dom: you just gotta wean yourself off of it. Use less and less until you don’t need it anymore.

Ian had been passed out on the couch when the knocks came and woke him up. He almost fell off his couch when he stumbled to get up. He hadn’t been sober in days, and this was his first day off work in a while. He stumbled to the door, gunning something about who the fuck is waking me up. He was surprised to see Sampson there, and definitely wouldn’t want Sammy to see him this way normally, but he was too or of it to even care right then. “Sammy? What are you doing here?” He asked in a hoarse voice, his throat sore from the abuse it suffered from his customers using him. He ran a hand over his face, squinting his eyes from the light outside. Ian pushed his hair out of his face, it was greasy and his brown roots were growing out again.

Dom: sammy you gotta if you wanna get clean

Dom: it’s difficult but you can do it okay? I know you can.

Sam: no i cant

Sam: i've been doing this since i was like twelve

Dom: I know but it’s gonna happen if you wanna get clean. You gotta push through the withdrawals yanno

Dom: you can. I know it hurts but you can do it. If you need my help I’ll be here for you. Of course it’s gonan hurt because your body is so used to the chemicals. You just have to adjust it to be able to live without them.

Dom: oh wow. Good for you.

Dom: you’ll be okay you can do it. I know you can.

Sam: i dont think i can

Dom: yeah even the regulars miss ya

Dom: What? You getting clean or something?

Sam: you're all too sweet

Sam: trying, yeah. it's easy with the alcohol since im underage as it is

Dom: cool

Dom: you should come by the bar sometime. Haven’t seen you here in a while..

Sam: it has been a while huh?

Dom: oh well then do you kinda want to go together? To the dance or fair or whatever?

Sam: that sounds awesome Dom

Dom: idk I was just wondering if you were gonna go...

Dom: hey Sammy...miss you..

Dom: you going to the Valentine’s Day shit?

Sam: miss you too big guy

Sam: i wasn't planning on it, no