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"Sounds good. I'm not - ugh! - I'm not sure I could do much on the phone anyway."
Okay, good job. No throwing up so far. He tried to nod but that just made the vaguely seasick feeling worse, so he just leaned into her a little, using his shadows to support most of his weight so she wouldn't have to do too much of the work.
"Thanks. Again. I, um, a lot of people I know I think would've just left me on the roof. Laughed at me for drinking way too much."
Oh God, and this wasn't even the pod building. They'd have to go through the campus to get to it. She might see him realise that, and go pale with dread at the long walk over.
If only one of them had some kind of speed or portals or something. Hah.
Leif chuckled and gave a shake of her head, staring ahead to watch where they were going. She didn't expect Aaron to be of much help.
"You should stop thanking me, man. If those are your friends, then get some new ones. You don't want to get abandoned, especially not in our line of work."
Oh, no, not speed. Super speed would result in a trail of vomit leading all the way from here to Pod 5. Thank God she wasn't Sarah, or any speedster for that matter.
Also, the friction from air resistance would probably hurt like hell
"I still appreciate it. Gave someone my heart and she put a knife in it, up to the damn hilt. Then here you are, just met you and you're helping me out, giving me advice, making sure I get home okay."
For what it was worth, Aaron was doing his best to quite literally pull his own weight. Even if right now he was trying to remember if the school had elevators, and if they could just take one of those instead of stairs all the way down to the front door.
He wasn't sure he could focus enough, or he would've just saved them both the trouble and made a shadow platform.
She didn't seem to mind helping him get down the stairs, even if the touch was beginning to become a little uncomfortable for her. She wasn't really used to supporting some guy she just met... especially considering she had quite a bit to drink, herself.
"Look, man, I'm not doing anything a decent human being wouldn't do."
Leif tried to rub his back with one hand, but it was a bit awkward. She also couldn't quite figure out his idea of "nice."
"I feel almost at rock bottom right now. And I just drank enough vodka I'm surprised I'm not throwing up everywhere. I've never even had vodka before."
Oh no, don't tempt fate!
"I really, really hope it doesn't sound creepy, but I needed this. Maybe not so much the getting drunk. But you being decent to me, when everyone else's been acting like I'm trash. Maybe a little bit of the booze, thinking about it."
The back rub was appreciated, but a little weird. Especially with every step sending a little jolt to his brain he wasn't sure he could take. God, Aaron, stop freaking her out. Just keep walking.
He wouldn't break away, because he was pretty sure he'd stumble and crack his skull open on a stair, but he would take a little more of his weight off, so he'd be less of a burden.
Her voice sounded a bit strained as they reached a platform and she shifted to be able to get him down to the floor easier. She winced ever so slightly, but didn't bother to let him go. Just a little bit more, and they would be on even ground.
"It'll all work out. You'll see. It's bloody high school... Worst and best days of our life and all that."
"I'm trying. I just want this to be okay, I want to make it better."
Buck up, huh? Yeah, heroes don't cry. Would Superman have been getting shitfaced on the roof and crying his eyes out if Lois Lane started cheating on him? Would he have punched Jimmy Olson into orbit like Aaron sort of wanted to do to Eric? Hell no. He'd build a bridge, get the hell over it, and go back to helping people. That's what a hero is.
But that was so much easier said than done. And Aaron wasn't a hero. Not now, possibly not ever. He'd tell someone he loved them and do nothing but hurt them. No wonder people looked down on him, no wonder he'd been betrayed.
Come on, just a little more...
"You okay?"
He'd noticed the strain in her voice, even through the haze of alcohol.
As they would exit the stairs and the building, they'd come across another young woman, puffing on a vaporizer pen and looking a bit shocked to see someone else out at this time!
She removes the device from her lips and reflexively goes to hide it, but stops once she realizes what's going on here. A smile curls across her lips and her eyebrows lift at the sight, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke.
Leif seemed unbothered by his weight once they reached solid ground. She took a second to breathe deeply, then continued to carry him towards the Pods. Or, at least, she hoped.
When somebody approached her, she winced slightly before turning and seeing somebody that looked... friendly. At least.
"Yeah, man," the Brit said with a laugh. "Might have gone a little too hard for him."
It was easier once they got off the stairs, easier when they found their way down floor after floor until they were outside and he was breathing cold, fresh air again. He'd been content with the silence, glad for the help but also worrying about how every step and every thought made reality swim around him, the churning in his stomach, the taste of acid in the back of his throat. He hadn't been sure he trusted himself to say anything without promptly throwing up.
He'd promised himself he wouldn't. Not in front of Leif at least. She'd been kind to him, she seemed cool, she was helping him when his heart was nearly shattered and, if he'd been drunk and nobody was there, he might have considered "accidentally" slipping off the roof. Someone thinking he was worth helping out, that was someone he wanted to not look like a complete pathetic jackass in front of.
So they'd walked, and walked, and walked, and he'd tried not to complain. Tried to fight down the urge to groan every other step, kept his eyes pinched shut until they were outside. Then there was just the journey across campus.
Then there was the voice. A friendly voice. He knew the voice, it just took a second, took him grunting and actually looking up and giving his eyes a second to focus on the new girl.
"Oh. Zora. Hi." He'd worked with Zora. Zora seemed cool. "I, um, 's not that bad. Just wasn't ready."
Well, he wasn't exactly going off to the nearest bar. He would blink as Zora's arm went around him, and just sort of shrug, going along with both of them.
"Usually better than this."
Well, in general. Not at drinking. He'd never been drunk before. Why do people get drunk, this was terrible.
His voice was thick from both alcohol and emotion, as the affection - platonic as it might be - almost made him start sobbing right then and there. He wasn't sure if Leif was going to weigh in, but he also wasn't sure what to say himself. What he wanted to say. He wasn't sure he could possibly take going through it all again.
"Worse than Belarus."
She'd been there, the fog in his brain told him. That would mean something.
Though, Belarus had been pretty horrible too. Every night, he still thought about that little kid he saw, how he could stop that one beating but couldn't take the kid out of there.
"Sorry, Zora. Was bad for all of us, over there. Selfish to compare it."
It'd just slipped out of him. This wasn't a mental state for a filter.