It doesn’t take a genius to see how badly Peter needs someone right now. Alone at a bar, seven pm on a Tuesday night, well along the way from tipsy to drunk and with a haunted look in his glassy green eyes. He really shouldn’t be alone, which is why Sonny takes a seat next to him and flags the bartender for a beer and Peter’s next round.
“You should talk about it.”
Peter rolls his eyes a little over-dramatically. “No one gives a fuck. No one wants to hear my sob story.”
“I do,” Sonny says. His voice has gone thin and small. “I’ll always be there for you. Don’t you know that?”
“You won’t be here for long.”
On that note, Peter buries his thoughts in his fresh tumbler of scotch and avoids meeting Sonny’s watchful gaze.
My baby 😥
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