I'm trying, but I'm graceless...

[recognize_an_opportunity]

Who: Meyer and Charlie
What: There's a need for a SRS DISCUSSION since Ned seems to now know everything about their lives.
Where: House 19
When: Day 87. Evening.
Warnings: Swearing. Drugs. Probably feelings, we all know how that goes. Will update if needed.

This week has been a bad one. His injuries have been causing him trouble -- the painkillers never seem quite strong enough or long-lasting enough, but maybe that's because what he really wants is the heroin they still have, and he's trying to convince himself not to burn through their stash just because a tiger attacked him. Add that to the fact that his dreams have been on public display, and he's not exactly a happy guy.

And then there's the conversation he'd had with Ned. The conversation he's been trying to avoid thinking about, the conversation he's been trying not to bring up around Charlie. The last thing they need is more trouble. But Ned knows things nobody should know, and while Ned seems more trustworthy than most, Meyer doesn't trust anyone implicitly -- except for maybe Charlie.

He's sitting in the kitchen, doing what could probably be classed as sulking, if he were the type to admit he ever sulks. He calls it "thinking," but the fact that he's just staring into space and frowning probably qualifies it for something more than just "thinking." There's a little scrap of brown paper with some heroin on it on the table, but although he occasionally glances at it, he's still debating whether to use it.

In truth, he's waiting for Charlie to show up in the kitchen so they can talk. But he's not going to seek him out on his own. So he just keeps sitting there. Staring. Thinking.

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[dowhatisays]

If Charlie knew what was waiting for him he probably... Would have taken far less time getting home. As is, he meanders in, imediatly freezing when he sees the way Meyer is siting waiting for him. Oh fuck. They're about to have a Discussion aren't they.

"What's with yous? 'Sides the obvious."