He roughs involuntarily from the yank to the belt and as Liam pushed him down he barely catches his feet from underneath him. HE straights up in time to grab the part where his belt is on him, curling around his neck, and shakes his head, nearly stumbling backwards.
It's hard to remain calm when he can sense the tension in the other's voice. The strained quality to it. Especially after he was almost chucked down the stairs. He's breathing heavily through his nose, looking at the other as he backs up as much as he can. He's well aware that Liam is herding him, but unable to do anything about it.
Junkie. He was just a junkie, wasn't he? An oxy addicted idiot--Mikey, they oxy junkie. No one would miss him. No one cares enough.
"I want to help you, sir." He states and he's amazed at how soft it is, how desperate. "I know I'm..." He's frustrated, and at one of his low points, so he just goes ahead and says it. "I know I'm a worthless junkie but I can help you, sir, I can do so much if you'll let me.."
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It's hard to remain calm when he can sense the tension in the other's voice. The strained quality to it. Especially after he was almost chucked down the stairs. He's breathing heavily through his nose, looking at the other as he backs up as much as he can. He's well aware that Liam is herding him, but unable to do anything about it.
Junkie. He was just a junkie, wasn't he? An oxy addicted idiot--Mikey, they oxy junkie. No one would miss him. No one cares enough.
"I want to help you, sir." He states and he's amazed at how soft it is, how desperate. "I know I'm..." He's frustrated, and at one of his low points, so he just goes ahead and says it. "I know I'm a worthless junkie but I can help you, sir, I can do so much if you'll let me.."