I honestly wasn’t surprised that Damien was nowhere to be found. I know I should’ve been more concerned but frankly it’s his own damn fault if anything happened to him. I made my way back to the hotel, not really wanting to look at anything else, and sulked for an hour or so before I got a call from Damien. Why was I not surprised he’d been arrested?
When I got there, Damien was still kind of high. They weren’t letting him go til his mom could come down and bail him out but they’d at least let me see him. I hadn’t decided if that was a good thing or not. The fucker was all smiley where he was still high.
"Stop smiling, idiot" I said grumpily.
"When I come down"
He hummed a random tune to himself, only succeeding in pissing me off even more.
"Shut up" I said, kind of harshly.
"S'kinda weird dealing with cops that I'm not on first name terms with" he said thoughtfully and I felt my jaw clench. He held up his hands in surrender and sat back in his chair. "Okay, okay, I'll be suitably miserable" he put on a miserable face which just annoyed me.
"You're a fucking idiot"
"I thought we all already knew that?"
"Can you not even go five minutes without taking something?"
"Care to explain what happened today, then?"
"What the part where I got high, or the part where I jumped on a cop boat?"
I shook my head. "I can't believe you"
"I'm sorry, okay? We can't all be fucking perfect!" he snapped, earning himself a warning from the cop stood behind him.
I scowled. Damien, all irritable, told the cop to fuck off and got another warning.
"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way. I guess I'll fuck off now"
He slammed his fists on the table. "You knew what I was like when you chose me over Danny, so don't fucking pretend like you didn't see this coming"
"And I'm being as patient as I can, Damien! It's just hard to be patient and supportive when you're getting high at a tourist attraction"
He put his head in his hands, tugging at his hair a bit. "Yes, I know, sorry. I shouldn't have done it, I think I get the point" he said through gritted teeth.
"Is spending time with me that unbearable?"
"No. It's never unbearable, Kyle. I'm just an addict. I know it's pathetic"
"You were doing so well" I said kind of sadly and he groaned.
"I'll do better when I get out, I promise"
I looked down, mumbling "What about the next time? Or the time after that?"
"There won't be a next time. I just need to be more careful"
"There's always a next time"
He put his head on the table. "There won't be a next time"
"I've put so much faith in you, Damien..."
"I'm sorry" he sniffled a little.
I couldn’t hide the upset look on my face as he lifted his head, wiping his eyes.
He looked at me. "I really am" he mumbled and I almost managed a smile.
"I don't doubt that. But it doesn't change things"
He sniffled a little again.
"Maybe we shouldn't..." I said quietly.
He shook his head a tiny bit, trying not to cry.
"Just til you get off the drugs"
"You really think that's going to help? I don't mean it to come across as emotional blackmail or anything, but how d'you think I ended up on that psych ward in the first place?"
I didn’t say anything. What could I say?
“Sorry, that sounded really horrible" he sighed after a moment.
"Time's up" the cop said, trying to handcuff Damien.
Damien wouldn’t let him, getting all grumpy.
I flashed the cop the puppy eyes. "Please, officer, just five more minutes"
He shook his head, trying to handcuff Damien again.
"Look, I'm trying to have a conversation with my possibly-not-boyfriend-anymore, okay? Leave us the fuck alone" Damien snapped, pissing off the cop.
"Five more minutes?" I said, slipping him twenty bucks.
He left us alone with a grumble and I turned back to Damien. He was sat with his head in his hands, bless him.
“I didn't mean to sound like such a dick"
He stayed silent.
"I'll be at the hotel, okay?"
"Yeah. I'll be in here a few days, so you might wanna get my wallet off whoever's got it here so you can pay for the room"
"I can afford it, y'know..."
"Yeah. Probably a good idea to keep my money away from me though, don't you think?"
It was my turn to be silent. It seemed like a game of silent tennis or something.
He shrugged. "Do what you want with it"
I sort of nodded. "I guess I'll see you whenever"
"Yeah" he said, letting out a tiny sigh.
I got up to leave, feeling a little upset as the cop cuffed Damien. I wasn’t too harsh, was I?