[By now, sobriety's back, and with it all the stuff Dixon was more than happy to avoid. It's not as bad here as it was last night back home (like his house's walls were constructed of sheer shame and failure and futility), but it's still not fun to sit around feeling a step behind everyone else and with a burned, painful face and hands and the certainty that you just made an ass out of yourself and alienated a bunch of new people you just met.
It's still better than circling the drain back home, he guesses. But he needs company. He's going to just crawl out of his own skin if he sits here thinking. He lights up one of his cigarettes and paces around, then sees the monkey who threatened him earlier. He doesn't know if she's actually a person, but there's a way she's weeping that's entirely too human. It's something deep and broken.
And you know, there's a certain comfort in finding someone even more miserable than you.
He takes a deep drag and comes over, taking a seat down next to her. The whole way he sets down is like someone cut a string holding him up. Holding his limbs together seems like it takes effort, rather than being the natural construction of the human body.]
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It's still better than circling the drain back home, he guesses. But he needs company. He's going to just crawl out of his own skin if he sits here thinking. He lights up one of his cigarettes and paces around, then sees the monkey who threatened him earlier. He doesn't know if she's actually a person, but there's a way she's weeping that's entirely too human. It's something deep and broken.
And you know, there's a certain comfort in finding someone even more miserable than you.
He takes a deep drag and comes over, taking a seat down next to her. The whole way he sets down is like someone cut a string holding him up. Holding his limbs together seems like it takes effort, rather than being the natural construction of the human body.]
Hey. Sorry for calling you Mexican earlier.