sky shattered.— [adrian/zedekiah]

what part

of living

You'd tried your best to push the memory of that night at Adrian's house that you spent arguing with Killua out of your mind. If the two of them were going to be happy together, you might as well let them. Although, your gut feeling told you that thing probably weren't going to end up going very well between the two of them.

When you heard from Adrian, you were pretty sure that your gut feeling was right. He'd asked to come over to your house, and although you didn't blame him if he was simply not wanting to be at home with his father or somewhere with Killua, you assumed that something must be up. Adrian was kind. He didn't seem the type to you that would ask to stay with his friend that his boyfriend obviously didn't like if everything was find with said boyfriend.

You were hesitant at first to let Adrian come over, since your father could be a bit... judgmental to say the least, but when he told you what was going on, you knew your father would be something for you to worry about later. You needed to make sure Adrian was okay. Agreeing to let him come over, you told him to text you when he got there, so that he wouldn't be knocking on the door and alerting your father and your brother of his presence.

When you received his text, you went over to the door, opened it quietly, and motioned for Adrian to come inside. He had a bag slung over his shoulder, and you assumed that meant he wasn't sure how long he was staying. Honestly, you weren't sure, either, but as long as your father didn't find out he was here, Adrian should be able to crash there for the night.

You had Adrian follow you to your room, and closed the door behind the two of you. As soon as the two of you were out of the area of potential risk of being seen by your family, you hugged him.

It felt nice to hug Adrian, but this wasn't for you. It was for him. He deserved it. He needed to know that you cared about him. Normally, you weren't really the type of person to hug others, but it felt like the right thing to do in that moment.

For once, you were sober, which was certainly a good thing. You'd been a bit better about it since that night where you argued with Killua, because you could tell how much it bothered Adrian that you'd shown up with alcohol in your system that night. You were determined to improve yourself.

Most days, you still had a drink or three or four, but you didn't down a whole six pack or the majority of a bottle of vodka like you used to. The little improvements were at least something.

Now, yes, you'd been trying to be better and were sober right now, but the main reason you weren't drinking tonight was because Adrian had texted you asking to come over, and you knew you shouldn't drink if he was going to be there, despite having just taken a bottle of whiskey out of the cupboard. You put it away when you got his text, not having drank any of it.

Currently, with Adrian standing in front of you, as you released him from the hug, you were grateful for the decision you'd made earlier to be sober for his arrival.

He needed you to be completely with it. Although, you didn't think he'd ever actually seen you completely sober before.

You kept your voice somewhat low as you spoke to him, so as to not grab the attention of your brother across the hallway in his own bedroom. Luckily, your father was downstairs in the basement, watching the television rather loudly, so he shouldn't be able to get even a hint of the fact that Adrian was here.

"Adrian," you started. "I'm sorry you're going through so much shit... do you want to talk about it, or do you need a distraction? We can talk about something else if you need a distraction, or I might have a board game or something in here..."

He had told you what was going on a little bit over text earlier, but you didn't have all the details- not that you needed them. You just wanted to make sure he knew that if he wanted to talk about it, you were there to listen. You also wanted to be able to present a distraction if he needed it, such as an alternate conversation.

says you

gotta die