the tea’s wearing off, sort of. at least he’s stopped SEEING shit now — so that’s a start. sully had taken a seat near the edge of shore, far away from the main event that was going on that night and he doesn’t really know how to describe what he’s feeling other than shock. the older sits in the sand with his knees drawn up to his chest and wraps his arms tightly around them - it’s too goddamn cold for this. eyes trained on the waves lapping up at the sand nearby, it escapes his notice that his cheeks are wet with TEARS and his body’s shaking all over. zoned out and absolutely oblivious to his surroundings, he certainly doesn’t notice the individual standing only a few feet away either.

“ yeah no, this tastes like 30 year old CARPET, blegh, ” sully grimaces as he forces himself to swallow the bite he had taken, washing it down with some of his root beer float. “ you have to try it though — i promised, seb, and i don’t want him to get MAD at me. he gets all beady-eyed and stuff .. FREAKS me out, quite frankly. ” the older sighs as he pushes the plate of experimental pancakes over to kolby’s side of the table. 

“I don’t talk much in general but as long as it’s something criminal, you got my attention. I also find the human’s mind a fascinating thing, especially the darker sides of it.”