Sketchalong CR3E38 *spoilers*

i did not see anyone making this obvious eddit, so i made it myself

Gunner, of course, was cranky, and a great deal drunk. And like so many times before, he found himself leaning against the bar of whatever nightclub he’d wandered into and letting his eyes shut lazily as he told the bartender what number to dial in order to reach his best friend. Michael had always been the one he called when he got like this, stumbling drunk, almost getting high- that’s just who he was. And Michael put up with that, which is exactly how the other male had earned the title of his best friend. “Hey babe,” he slurred into the receiver of his cellphone once he heard Michael answer, forever the flirt- anything to be close to Michael, because he’d been in love with his best friend for- well, months now. But he was straight, so that wasn’t important. “Fancy comin’ to drink with me?” he added, leaning on his elbows to hold himself up.

Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me over.

I look for you in everyone.