#* | conversations.

THE PAPER IN HIS HAND is crumbled, torn in places, with blue ink smudged across water stains that’d been caused by a rainstorm he’d been caught in a few weeks previous. it looks like it belongs in the trash, yet it’s one of his most valuable possessions ; one of his only possessions. he’s kept it on his person for months, just in case. and the time has finally come for him to put it to use. he glances down at his own scrawl, trying to decipher the exact number -- it’d be embarrassing if he were to knock on the wrong door, though moreso for the poor victim of his yelled  ‘ surprise ’   in an uncomfortably loud fashion. no, he’s sure this is the one, and he feels the flutterings of excitement begin to stir in the pit of his belly. it’s been far too long since they last spoke, and even longer since they were face to face. he doesn’t drag it out a moment longer, his calloused hand lifting to the wooden door as he raps his knuckles against it and steps back to wait for him to answer.

“ LOOK, I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING, ”  he’s speaking the moment wesley’s door opens, not bothering with any sort of greeting before he’s pushing his way inside. he looks exhausted, ill almost, with bruises beneath his eyes that suggest he’s yet to sleep a wink. the alcohol on his breath is prominent, though stale enough to be sure it was drunk the night before. “ i brought it on myself -- if i can’t deal with the hangover, i shouldn’t drink so much and i deserve no sympathy, ”  he continues, squinting as his eyes scan the room, toeing off his shoes as he does and leaning one hand against the wall for balance. “ but -- i’m in need of some tender loving care, m’head is fucking caning. d’you have any paracetamol ? either way, i figure we should order in some food and cuddle in front of the tv, watch some mindless film that’ll put us both right off to sleep, ”  the sun hasn’t even set yet, which implies that joshua intends to stick around for some hours. the thing is, he knows wes won’t mind even a little. he is the only person he can be that certain of, that sure around. he’s the only person he can really relax with, these days -- he doesn’t have to put up a front for his best friend.