He doesn't want Billy to come back. He wants to go home. He wants the shackle off. Wants to move his body, will himself to get up and leave. The other was touching him, touching his cheek, and while it wasn't like ecstasy it was definitely close with how sensitive he still was.
"No more," He said again, wanting Billy to promise a second time.
He was too tired to move. To do anything like fight back, even if he wants to. The comforting, warm numb of the oxy, enveloping him. Cocooning him, wrapping him from everything that's bad. It doesn't hurt anymore.
Finally.
Mike's not sure what happens, though. It's either actual sleep or nodding off but regardless, he welcomes it.
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Date: 2015-08-11 03:09 am (UTC)"No more," He said again, wanting Billy to promise a second time.
He was too tired to move. To do anything like fight back, even if he wants to. The comforting, warm numb of the oxy, enveloping him. Cocooning him, wrapping him from everything that's bad. It doesn't hurt anymore.
Finally.
Mike's not sure what happens, though. It's either actual sleep or nodding off but regardless, he welcomes it.