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What's wrong, honey bunny?

A lot.

Care to be more specific? I can listen.

-stares at her hard, smoking a cigarette steadily. jimmy, unlike a lot of other sws patrons, does not exactly open up easily. he may be quick for conversation, but therapy-talk, that's a different ballpark, and jimmy barely knows its rules.-

*She holds the gaze for only a moment before she can't look at him any more. It's not that it's hard to look at him, it's just impossible to hold eye contact any more. Finally she touches his shoulder lightly.* If you want.

-ashes his cigarette. he takes her hand in his off from his shoulder, turns it over and studies the creases in her palm- My life's just stupid.

*She lets him hold her palm, despite the fact that it's sweating. Alice curls her fingers and then reopens them.* Stupid as in how the fuck did I get here? Or what the fuck am I going to do now?

A little bit from column a, a little bit from column b.

Mmmm. . .What happened, how did you get to column A and B?

-looks upward, avoiding. he clearly knows what it is, but does not want to say it.-

*Part of her is dying to know, but she's not going to push, instead she turns her hand in his and squeezes it slightly.*

-rubs her hand with his thumb-

You got any bud?

*Smiling a little, she nods.* Yeah, I don't know if I should have any, but you're welcome to it.

Marijuana ain't never the problem.

Other shit, well.

What do you mean by that?

You ever feel like you didn't know how to live without something anymore?

Christ, yes. Like a part of you is missing, like you lost your left hand or something. You can't even get dressed right in the morning.

Yeah, well. It's something like that.

What you're feeling right now? Wait, did you give up drinking?

I'm thinking about it.

Wow, that's a pretty big deal. Good luck with that, I'm serious, I think it's a good idea though.

I don't know if I can.

You can. You might need a hand once and awhile, but you can.

I mean ... I don't wanna get the shakes.

*She's silent for a little bit.* You know, you can get sedated for that part. A little valium would work wonders.

You got a hook up?

I'll give it to you if you get bad. I'm not going to give it to you now.

-he's quiet for a minute, playing with the butt of his cigarette that's long since extinguished. slowly, he tips forward so his face rests in the crook between her neck and her shoulder, his arms coming up to hook up loosely underneath her arms.-

*Exhaling slowly, she wraps her arms around him before pressing her lips to the side of his head. Very slightly she strokes his back, trying to reassure him without speaking.* It's going to be okay.

Never say never, right?

Never.

Good man.