#whiskcy

            Black; the only way he’d ever taken it. In the past few months       following the accident, it seemed to be nearly the only thing about       his partner that hadn’t changed in the wake of his loss.

She makes a note to bring in her own venti cup.

“Aren’t you being a little picky? It’s–” She takes a sip. “–awful.” Dumps the rest of the coffee. 

    “Are you sure you don’t want any of this?” he asked, gesturing to the white substance he was lining up for himself, a frown present on his features. “Like I mean, it won’t hurt ya know? We’d have some fun before I have to leave for that stupid date with that blond bitch.”

dillon: wow jordan, thanks for the support.

pls bb

”jor,” carter says quietly, nudging the boy who was currently crashing on his couch. he let out a small whimper before asking him, “c-can you come to bed with me? just cuddle me until i fall asleep?” he can’t be bothered to deal with the embarrassment of needing someone in bed with him to get him to be comfortable, all he wants is to have jordan there so his nightmares can stop.