You've only been clean a few months. It's going to feel like you're hanging on by your teeth for a long time. I'm too removed from it. I remember that it was hell, but I had a pack, I had new blood in me, and it was a long time ago.
How can I relate to the people here, going through what you're going through right now? The fact you make it through each day without asking the Admiral for more is the sort of thing people could benefit from.
[Put like that it makes sense, and it shows clearly on his face that he understands why Lark is asking him. It does feel like he's hanging on by his teeth- which is why he's drinking, right now, and awake, and trying to focus on fucking feminist literature at 2 am.]
Fine. I can try.
[If it'll help others, he thinks- God, he must be going soft.]
If I told you, you'd lose your sense of wonder about me. [He holds
up a half-empty box of them; they're actually left over from Alec, of
course. No one loves junk food like Alec.]
I haven't found a worthy painter yet. How are you with a brush?
[When he arrives the coffee is, indeed, going; Tommy's standing by his little stove, smoking calmly, and looks up when Lark comes in. He looks tired, but happier for seeing Lark, honestly.]
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[He falters, frowns, and picks his glass back up to toy with the rim.]
I barely keep it together most days, Lark. I don't know how I could give advice to you about that.
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How can I relate to the people here, going through what you're going through right now? The fact you make it through each day without asking the Admiral for more is the sort of thing people could benefit from.
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Fine. I can try.
[If it'll help others, he thinks- God, he must be going soft.]
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[It's such a casual word, but said so seriously.]
Do you have company?
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[There's a smile tugging at his mouth, though, and he shakes his head.]
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[He winks at him]
Sleep over? I can't sleep, either.
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You'd best come here, though. Yours depresses me.
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[He grins and jumps up, gathering a couple of things]
I'm bringing donuts. Any other requests?
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If I told you, you'd lose your sense of wonder about me. [He holds up a half-empty box of them; they're actually left over from Alec, of course. No one loves junk food like Alec.]
I haven't found a worthy painter yet. How are you with a brush?
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Alright, bring 'em over. Ah- coffee? [It's hard being friends with a teetotaler.]
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A lot of coffee, please. I'll be over in a minute.
[It doesn't take him long.]
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Alright?
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[It's late, and Lark's body is tired even if his mind is too lit up to let it sleep. He does some of his best work this way.
And he smells coffee, and he has chocolate-covered donuts to share. That always helps.]
What's keeping you up?
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Same thing as usual. You?