Aug 18, 2014
"I’m not drunk. I haven’t even been drinking, honestly. Not much I mean. I’m tired, just, I’m tired s’all.” He’s doing his best to convince the other, but his speech is slurred and he’s wobbling, taking each step as if his legs are barely holding him up. Maddox reaches out, gripping the arm of the nearest chair and slouching into it immediately. He’s in a bad space again, going through another one of his rough patches, and by now he already knows there’s no use lying to this particular person. They’ve seen him through it before.”Why d’you always assume I’m drunk?”
