#battlingbuddy

“....Well shit, so am I.” He snorts. “I’m even surprised I’m still breathing with a hole in my damn lung.”

Blood had dried around Gavin’s mouth. He was shocked still that he stopped bleeding already. The mouth was easy to heal, but still, shoddy work of stitches where his tongue used to be wasn’t the best way to heal. Staring at the ground, he didn’t really hear anyone until there were shoes in front of him, looking up at Jeremy, he gave a messy smile. At least he gave a fight until the end.

          “Why?” He knew Jeremy was lying. There was no doubt in that. So there was also no need to beat around the bush about everything. “Like, yeah, I get it. That’s your thing. But damn dude, there’s like... four bottles here.” He sighed, plucking one up from the floor. “Surprised you’re not hung over as hell right now.” He paused. “Is something going on I need to know about?”  

“Jeremy? Oh thank fuck... I think so? Jack swooped in to help before I, like, died. Still need to get it out of me though.”

“Yeah, keep doin’ that. I refuse to give in.” He chuckled.

He bolts up with a scream, hyperventilating as he pats himself down in a complete panic, eyes widening as he looks over and... just sees Jeremy beside him, immediately starting to panic the second he does.

[txt: Jeremy~] I was staring at my cat and wondered if maybe he’s living a secret life as an agent

“Ugh... christ... Yeah, that’d be great, love..” he mumbles, head resting against the seat of the toilet before shifting to lay it on his arm.