shea-morgan

[shea-morgan]

taco lovin’ | 8/5/20

[shea-morgan]

Basically, Shea had pretty much cut off the world when he checked himself into rehab. He took the money Khai had paid him and paid for a couple of weeks to stay. However the money was drained now, since rehab was expensive. He had a balance he needed to pay off now, but at least he could say the couple of weeks were needed.  Besides that, he was going to stick with going to therapy. He needed a steady job to pay for that. Which was what he was out doing now. Except there was always time for a coffee break.

After getting his cup of hot black coffee he turned on his heals, and did a double take at the person behind him about to order. “Oh,” He muttered. “Hey.., what’s up?” He asked nonchalantly like he hadn’t just fell off the face of the earth for a couple weeks.

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eeveecrmchl·:

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“If I ever come to one of these practices sober, pack your shit and go because that just might mean I’ve finally snapped.” Eevee takes them to the little recreational area they’ve set up for themselves first, popping the mini fridge open and grabbing a soda, downing half the can in one go. Her special juice can come later. “You asking me if I can handle a little screaming, Morgan? It’s like you don’t even know me.” Gingerly taking Lucinda out of her case, she regards Shea with a wink. “So do you want to start with Ghost or is that too much too soon?”

Shea followed her, also helping himself in the mini fridge for a soda. He popped the fan, took a sip and flopped down on the couch. He watched her down half her soda and move on to get out her baby. “If that day ever comes, I wouldn’t put it past you to put me in the hospital,” he shrugged. He took another sip and looked at her, “Nothing is too much too soon.” He admitted. “I think we both can agree on that one?” He raised his brow at her. If one thing was for sure, he felt like he was on the same level with the rest of his band mates when it came to real shit. They never spoke a word, but could slam out an entire song about their demons without batting an eye.

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lorencourtier·:

Nothing seemed to be going right for Loren since the moment he had returned from his trip. Getting stuck in an elevator with Shea though, that was just the icing on the cake. “Yeah, thanks” he huffed. Leaning his back against the wall of the elevator. He gazed over at Shea and he could see that the male was obviously tired. But, he didn’t wanna ask about it. He imagined it would be tiring chasing after someone else’s man. “So.. does this happen a lot? I mean, we might as well eat this if we’re gonna be here a while, yeah?” And that right there was his attempt at trying to be friendly.

Shea looked over at Loren from the corner of his eyes. He wasn’t sure if he meant it when he offered up the food. Something just felt odd about it. “No thank you,” Shea said quietly. Thinking about eating right now turned Shea’s stomach. “I’m not really hungry.” Eating lately was a hard task when he was so stressed about trying to pick up all his broken pieces after being bailed out. Besides that, he had to follow parole. He didn’t have much of an appetite lately. Especially not now that he was stuck in a tiny space with Loren of all people. Shea was unaware of why Loren might not like him. He supposed it had mostly to do with why everyone else hated him. And if it had anything to do with Jace, Shea really didn’t know why. Was it his stupidity or carelessness? He didn’t know. But in his eyes, Loren had no reason to be threatened by Shea. Shea didn’t really care to ask either. He just sat there and fiddled with the rip in the knee of his jeans.

[shea-morgan]

Play with his hair while his heads in your lap until he falls asleep when he comes home from bad days

[shea-morgan]

chaos in action | 9/3/20

[shea-morgan]

alison-haynes·:

“It isn’t like you planned for this to happen. You don’t have to apologize for it.” Alison brought a finger up to her wavy hair, twirling it around in there. Her eyes glanced up to the man standing above her. “I mean – I don’t have much to say to you. You pulled a knife on my best friend. There isn’t much to say to you. I do think you’re an asshole though. But, we’re stuck in an elevator. You could change my mind.”

Shea couldn’t help but start to laugh a little bit. He shook his head and then slid down the wall to finally take a seat himself. “Welcome to the club, I think I’m an asshole too.” Shea had to be straight up. He scratched his chin, sighing a little. “I’m not going to try to change people’s minds, I have no reason. The reall issue is just ... trying to change myself and that’s my main concern right now instead of making excuses.” Shea felt genuine about it. He tried to change himself once before and it was sad to say that getting sent to prison was the rock bottom he needed to turn his life around.

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edwardxsullivan·:

Teddy nodded in acknowledgement at the other man’s words and waited. He frowned as it was clear that there was no call actually happening. “Oh you’ve got to be …” Teddy muttered and pulled his own phone out of his pocket. No service. What were the odds? “No service. Shit.” Putting down the food and the beer, Teddy started poking at the panel, hoping there was some sort of call service button but nothing he could see. “Unbelievable.” Looking down at the beer, he looked over at the other guy. “Want a beer while we wait?”

Sighing heavily, Shea reached up and pushed his hair back. He leaned against the wall and wrapped his arms around himself. Then he looked over at the other offering up beer while they waited. Shea bit down on his bottom lip and shook his head. He cleared his throat, “No.. no thanks, I’m good,” he said. “But don’t let me stop you.”

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some works of art and a couple of paintings

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cameliaxmacmillan·:

Oh dear.. “It’s less about me thinking people are staring, and more that I’m scared I’ll get roofied by a stranger again. I’m self concious that I look like an easy target, but if I’m sitting with someone, even if practically a stranger, at least I don’t look like quite the easy victim.” It was far too sad that it was how her mind worked. The ways to not look like the victim. Ways to look like she was safe. Ways to feel safe. “So I wish I felt comfortable doing things alone, but I don’t.”

Shea sighed to himself slowly. Leave it to himself to stick his foot in his mouth. “I’m... sorry,” He said quietly to the girl and reached for his water glass to take a few sips. “I’m sorry that happened to you...” He added after a moment.

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bensonnick·:

He nodded before politely responding, “good, all things considered.” He could’ve walked away right then and there, called it good. But, something inside him was screaming at him to stay, to try and help Shea. Nick didn’t think he’d be very good at his job if he didn’t believe that second chances and that sentences and punishments worked. He sighed as he gestured with his hands, “look, why don’t we cut the bullshit? I’ll be frank, I could care less about the useless and trivial back and forth small talk. It gets us no where and means nothing. I’m not asking how you are to try and get you in trouble, or keep tabs on you or something like that. I’m asking because I care.” He shook his head, and looked at his shoes for a brief second, “I get it if you don’t want to deal with me. But, if you’d like someone to talk to,” he trailed off for a moment, “I’ll be inside getting a coffee. “ He offered the other man a small smile before moving past him and heading into the cafe. He wasn’t going to force Shea to talk to him, but he was hoping the kid would take him up on his offer.

Shea blinked at Nick, and starred at him slightly wide eyed. Except something in his dumb brain was telling him not to trust Nick, even if he did want too. He glanced to the street and watched a couple of cars pass before looking back at Nick. There were very few people in Shea’s life that said those words. That they cared. He didn’t expect it to come from Nick. Not like this. He barely knew him, however clearly Nick might know more about Shea that Shea knew. He did take Shea’s over-served ass out of a party in cuff’s and Shea had no recollection of what he said or if he said anything.

He pressed his lips together, watching Nick offer up the opportunity to sit down and talk. Shea was never good at that. In-fact he was terrible at it. He’d gotten so used to keeping everything in, he didn’t know how to talk about those things like a normal person. They obviously bubbled up out of his service in shitty drunken and... violent ways. Which was the extent of what the knife incident at the party essentially was. He stood outside, watching Nick walk in to get coffee. He turned to look back at the street again and even started walking away. That is until he found himself turning on his heals, and taking in a deep breath before walking into the dinner a few minutes later, getting himself a coffee and sitting down across from Nick at a table.

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Discord Text & Short Para Thread

WHO: Jace & Shea ( @jace-matthews )​

WHEN: August 30th

WHAT: After Jace breaks the news of his break up and in the midst of party planning for next weekend, they end up having an emotional sleepover in khai’s guest bedroom lol

TRIGGER WARNINGS: -crinnge emoooootions

MENTIONS:

Very briefly: @aaronhart93 @romanbeckett @lorencourtier 

talk about @malakhai-ozera @dammitdorian

Jace are you okay?

Shea. yeah

Jace you promise?

Shea. I will be eventually

Jace Whats wrong

Shea. have fun at your party

Jace shea it’s next weekend

Shea. okay my statement still stands

Jace so fucking talk to me. Please

Shea. I am

Jace Whats wrong

Shea. Nothing

Jace alright whatever

Shea. I’m just saying I can’t go to your party

Jace why the fuck not

Shea. Aaron & Roman

Jace whatever

Shea. you really think it’s a good idea for me to show up?

Jace I really could not give a rats ass if they want you there or not. It’s my house

Shea. will there be alcohol?

Jace some

Shea. yeah

Jace k.

Shea. Jace

Jace what shea?

Shea. all I do is make you mad

Jace I’m not mad. I’m just annoyed You give one worded answers like you have lost the ability of how to speak to me I’m not a stranger

Shea. I’m afraid and I’m confused

Jace what are you so afraid of babe?

Shea. I don’t have words for that right now

Jace okay then I guess I’m goin to bed

Shea. wait

Jace yes?

Shea. do you still love loren?

Jace I’ll always love him but he’s not my person

Shea. can you come here?

Jace yes i can

Shea. can you ... sleep here?

Jace yes I can

Shea. good

Jace give me 5 minutes

.... 5 minutes later.

Jace pulling up to Shea’s place, Jace took a deep breath, getting out in just his joggers and walking towards the entrance of his place, taking the stairs and knocking on the door.

Shea. It was moments after the knock that Shea pulled the door opened to see Jace. He didn’t know what he even planned to do, but found himself closing the space between them and pulling Jace into a hug. A tight hug.

Jace Jace was nearly still, his glasses fogging up the minute his tears started flowing down his face. He had yet to cry. And he was holding it in. It was always “be strong Jace” but he just couldn’t, breaking down in Shea’s arms and hugging him back

Shea. Shea couldn’t see Jace’s face, but he could feel him break down. So he didn’t pull away he just held Jace for as long as he needdd. He let his chin rest over his shoulder and didn’t say anything. There wasn’t anything to say, as long as Jace knew it was okay to let it out on Shea.

Jace he finally pulled back, using the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe his face and smiled at Shea. “Thank you.” He said clearing his throat. “I don’t uh...normally do that”

Shea. He let go of Jace, offering a small half smile back to him, meeting his gaze. “Yeah... me either,” he replied, reaching out to pull him inside.

Jace he followed, smiling that he was at Khai’s spot and not just actually chilling on a couch. “We just going to bed?”

Shea. Shea walked over to the bedroom he was staying in, the comforter already pulled back like he already was in it. Which he was  briefly. “Oh... do you not want to go to bed?” He asked, turning to look back at him.

Jace he snickered, pulling off his glasses and plopping right into the bed and sighing happily. “Honestly it’s what I need”

Shea. Shea crawled back into the bed beside Jace after a moment. “Yeah me too,” he said. “I didn’t want to sleep here alone again.”

Jace “you don’t ever have to do that again” he said truthfully, crawling under the covers and bringing the covers up to his neck as he turned on his side

Shea. “what are you saying?” He asked, letting himself to get close to jace, getting comfy under the covers.

Jace he shrugged. “Like if you need me to stay again, I will.” He cleared his throat. “But I think Khai is back tomorrow”

Shea. Moved his head to snuggle in closer, letting his lips and nose rest on Jace’s shoulder and let his heavy eyes flutter shut. “Yeah... remind me never to take a vacation with a girlfriend or boyfriend or whatever,” he muttered. It was stil so strange to be saying words like boyfriend and admitting he liked Jace. Although really only him and khai were aware.

Jace “it’s not terrible.” He said smiling as he felt shea now much closer to him. “Why? Is Khai and Dorian not having a good time either?” He asked, just curious.

Shea. He sighed lightly, and opened his eyes again. “I ... shouldn’t say anything,” he shook his head a little bit. “It’s between him and Dorian.”

Jace “He already told me some things so I’m sure he might say more. But I won’t pry.” He assured him, sighing a little to himself

Shea. Shea picked up his head a little bit to look at Jace and then rest it on a pillow. “Yeah, I’m aware he told you things,” he said. “Snitching on me about not sleeping here.”

Jace “I just wanted you to have a full size bed.” He said truthfully, turning around to face shea. “I didn’t like the idea of you on a couch”

Shea. Shea bit down on his bottom lip for a long moment. Meeting Jace's eyes when he turned over and faced him. "I'm surprised you like the idea of me at all," He muttered. But he was being honest.

Jace "I've liked the idea of you for a really long time." Jace finally muttered, looking up at shea as his lip pressed into a hard line, a little thrown at how deep this conversation was starting to get

Shea. As much as it felt good to hear someone say that to him and mean it, especially Jace, it still hurt. Because Jace didn't know him. Yeah he knew the mistake he made with the knife. But he didn't know nearly enough of his life leading up to that moment. "You like the idea of who I'm trying to be."

Jace "Or maybe I like the person I was getting to know." Jace replied, sighing to himself as he turned back on his side and faced the wall, letting his eyes close as he tried to just collect his own thoughts.

Shea. He sighed to himself. "I'm trying so hard, Jace," He said. He was now looking at his back.

Jace "Yeah because you want to better yourself. But you're not doing it for me. You're doing it for yourself." He admitted, taking a deep breath before turning to look at him again. "Just the time spent with you, I couldn't help how i felt." He shrugged. "But i kept it to myself because i didn't want to make you uncomfy or make you feel like i was constantly trying to come on to you. The times I did, you literally shut it down so I just stopped trying."

Shea. "I don't understand... that's supposed to be a good thing right?" He said. He watched Jace turn back over, and Shea shifted to prop his head up on his elbow. "I never thought you would try to keep coming onto me," he said. "That's not why I shut it down."

Jace "I never said it was a bad thing." He shrugged and then sighed as he looked up at him. "Yeah but if you put yourself in my shoes, you shutting it down as many times as you did, it's only fair that I stop myself before i liked you even more. I was protecting myself."

Shea. He was quiet now, for a long moment. It felt like forever while he tried to think of something to say other than he knew. But that’s what came out anyway, “yeah, I know. I get it.”

Jace Jace just scanned over Shea's face before rolling over on his  and staring up at the ceiling as his arm laid pressed behind his head. "okay." he breathed out, chewing his bottom lip as he just got lost in his own head.

Shea. “what are you thinking about?” He asked Jace. He meant besides the obvious.

Jace "Just everything." He shrugged. "Nothing crazy important." He said, turning to look at shea and giving him a half-hearted smile. "I'm just glad I can be here."

Shea. “Me too,” he replied. He dropped his head and let it rest on his arm now. “I’m sorry about fighting you... in the stairwell. I know I already apologized but I just want to say it again.”

Jace “it’s okay.” He responded, looking over at Shea and giving him a even more gentle smile. “I’m just glad you did. It’s all good.”

Shea. “Can we just ... go slow,” he said. He didn’t even know where that came from. It just came out. But he meant it. They weren’t exactly talking about them and whatever their relationship was at the moment.

Jace “whatever pace you want.” Jace shrugged, knowing they weren’t even officially doing anything but he was content if that’s what shea wanted to be one day. “It’s probably for the best since i just got out of something anyways.” He added.

Shea. “Yeah, it’s better that day,” he said. “I’m sorry about Loren.” He added. “When you wanna talk about it, I’m here.”

Jace “thank you.” He said, taking a deep breath as he felt the build up of tears again. “I’m good for now though”

Shea. “Okay,” Shea nodded a little. He could avoid that subject until it wasn’t sensitive. “Are you tired?”

Jace “of being emotional? Yes.” He snickered. “And yes I’m tired but....not sure if I’m ready to sleep”

Shea. He couldnt help but laugh a little. “Okay, yeah... same.” He replied. He didn’t mean it that way but it was relatable. “I thought I was ready too, but I did sleep through the night and all morning.”

Jace “I’m just good to lay here in silence.” He shrugged. “Or lay like we were...” he said to him truthfully as he turned to look at him. “That was nice.”

Shea. “like we were?” He asked. But that was a dumb question. Shea moved to get comfortable and closer to Jace again. “You’re the one that turned over.”

Jace he laughed “I move a lot. I’m sorry.” He said, facing shea and smiling. “You really are so handsome. I hope you know.”

Shea. Shea reached over and pulled Jace closer. “Well I sleep like a rock,” he said. “Even with a black eye?” He asked, even though it was healing mostly by now.

Jace “I mean once I’m asleep, that’s a different story”. He assured him and then nodded. “Yes, even with a black eye.” He smiled, running his thumb over the area, gently

Shea. It didn’t hurt much anymore to touch his eye, so he let Jace touch him. He slowly offered a small half smile. “I think Im going to keep working for khai for now,” he told him honestly.

Jace “i think that would be a great idea.” He told him, slowly bringing his hand back into his own chest and looking at Shea. “Is he gonna pay you that much every time though?”

Shea. “I told him I want a steady job,” he said. “I don’t know if I’m supposed to be sharing this so it’s between you and me, but I think he’s going to open a restaurant. I told him I want a real job there.”

Jace “he actually did tell me that!” Jace said happily. “I think that would be a great job for you, baby”

Shea. “I’ve been looking so hard for jobs,” he admitted. “No one wants to hire someone fresh out of jail.... and on bail for that matter.”

Jace “well actually working for Khai will be good for you.” He smiled, placing his hand over Shea’s. “It’ll be a good start”

Shea. He slowly took in a breath and let it out slowly, “yeah.” She’s so badly didn’t want to accept Khai’s hand out jobs. But it was all he had right now. It was something. Shea had to accept that.

Jace he could tell this wasn’t something shea wanted to do. But it would be good for him. Squeezing his hand, he gave him a half smile and closed his eyes for a moment

Shea. Eventually Shea tucked his head down again and rested his cheek ontop of their hands. “Is he going to tell you everytime he pays me?”

Jace “Eh I doubt that.” He snickered, using his index finger to stroke Shea’s cheek. “I just needed to make sure you were okay.”

Shea. “I’ll be okay,” he said. “I’m still alive aren’t I?”

Jace “thank god.” He breathed out, bringing their hands to his mouth and kissing the back of Shea’s hand, smiling against it

Shea. He watched Jace kiss his hand. It was a little more soothing than he expected such a small act to be. He smiled a little bit.

Jace he looked up at Shea, smiling right back at him. He didn’t even really know what else to do, scooting in even closer as he pressed his forehead to the others

Shea. He blinked, his heart beat spiking at the same time when Jace got closer to press his forehead to Shea’s. Shea normally felt calm around him but it was a whole different playing field when he did things like this. Not that they’d ever been this close face to face before.

Jace he knew this was new for shea but he didn’t dare move. He kept his head locked in place, kissing the back of Shea’s hand once more as he kept his eyes completely shut

Shea. Shea didn’t move away. There was a whole mixture of emotions swirling through him. Did he wanna throw up? Or was that just that weird adrenaline rush in his stomach? Or maybe he wanted to cry. He really couldn’t get it under control so he just laid there quietly close to jace, because despite the confusion, he knew he didn’t actually want to move. Eventually he let his eyes close and whispered, “this is better than jail.”

Jace “if you feel trapped....just tell me.” He finally said, still lying there as still as he could

Shea. “No I don’t feel trapped,” he assured him.

Jace he nodded, scared to take this any further. He was so afraid to put him in a bad position. Or an awkward one. That wasn’t who he was

Shea. Started to feel relaxed after a few more moments, his eyes still closed. He pulled the covers up over his shoulders, and moved his free hand to drape over Jace’s side. He could definitely fall asleep like this and be content.

Jace he pulled shea over and into his chest, kissing the top of his head as they both lied there for a moment, his eyes still closed, just taking him in.

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Discord Text Thread

WHO: Jace & Shea ( @jace-matthews )​

WHEN: August 24th

WHAT: Shea texts Jace to tell him about apologizing to Aaron and Roman, it escalates into an argument about Shea’s decisions

TRIGGER WARNINGS: -

MENTIONS: @aaronhart93 @romanbeckett @ella-isms @malakhai-ozera @lorencourtier (briefly)

Shea. hi

Jace hey

Shea. I talked to Roman and Aaron

Jace how’d it go

Jace HOW DID IT GOOOO

Shea. sorry i've been everywhere looking for jobs it was okay I guess Roman was surprisingly pleasant arron was just an asshole but i honestly don't blame him

Jace aaron is always an asshole he's so mean to loren 90% of the time. i can't stand him

Shea. well

Jace well what? i'm just saying expect nothing less

Shea. i mean I didn't

Jace ok good

Shea. i still feel like i could do more to make it up to them idk

Jace maybe you can

Shea. I just don't know how

Jace I’m sure it’ll come to you

Shea. maybe it's better we just stay away from eachother anyway

Jace me and you?

Shea. no me and roman and aaron me and you??

Jace i was about to say

Shea. do you want to stay away from me?

Jace that’s a dumb question

Shea. no it's not lol

Jace uh yeah it is considering how much I’ve offered to help you

Shea. yeah but still

Jace shut up shea.

Shea. make me

Jace oof. ok you know whta?

Shea. What?

Jace don't tempt me like that

Shea. what?

Jace don't ask me to make you shut up

Shea. but I did

Jace and how do you expect me to do that

Shea. I don’t know? Punch me in the mouth?

Jace I could never do that

Shea. why not?

Jace that's not who i am

Shea. Fair enough

Jace i'm wayyyy more gentle

Shea. would you slap me?

Jace nope

Shea. but I deserve it

Jace shea shut up

Shea. okay fine

Shea. I’m sorry

Jace for?

Shea. being difficult

Jace what do you mean?

Shea. I’m letting stupid gossip get to me and I’m trying so hard to just do shit on my own and not accept help and then today I realized how dumb her argument was because if any of those north siders ended up in jail it would be a matter of hours before they manage to get out scott free

Jace yeah i mean....i've been trying to tell you

Shea. I’m sorry I’m so stubourn

Jace lol aren’t we all

Shea. anyway I’m going to sleep

Jace that’s it?

Shea. for now

Jace okay. Well hopefully I see you when I get back

Shea. right.... back

Jace are you mad

Shea. no

Jace I’m sorry. I should’ve told you

Shea. told me what?

Jace that I’m in Maldives

Shea. yeah

Jace i can tell you're mad

Shea. I’m not mad

Jace bothered?

Shea. maybe a little

Jace i'm sorry

Shea. I wouldn’t have bothered you with my phone calls if I had known

Jace i want you too tho

Shea. why?

Jace because shea. you should be able to tell me these things

Shea. I’m trying

Jace and you're doing great

Shea. well thank you I guess

Jace why aren't you staying with khai

Shea. I’m staying with Ella

Jace his ex? um ok

Shea. Ella is my friend

Jace yeah she's just you know...not here most of the time but ok

Shea. it’s okay I just needed her couch to sleep on

Jace khai offered you a bed, shea stop being so fucking foolish

Shea. why is that foolish?

Jace i'm not having this conversation with you. you're an idiot at times and it drives me fucking nuts. i'll see you when i get home

Shea. I know I am, but for once I don’t understand why this makes me an idiot? Ella offered her place too and it works for now

Jace you're on a god damn couch you could've had a room to yourself i'm over it. i'm truly fucking over it

Shea. why does it matter to you if I have a bed or not? why are you so mad?

Jace because it's pure stupidity. and you have 15 grand like i don't get you. you choose the one person who is literally hardly around and all she can offer is a couch over someone who offered you a fucking room. i don't get it. i will never get it. but do you shea.

Shea. I just got the 15 grand today yeah no one understands

Jace anyways. i have to board the plane. ttyl

Shea. okay

Jace read

[shea-morgan]

edwardxsullivan·:

Teddy was exhausted. It had been a busy day at work and the hot weather and the lack of air conditioning was not something he was accustomed to so sleep was not a thing that was happening. With food in hand and a six pack under one arm, he slipped into the elevator and pressed the button for his floor. When the apparatus ground to a halt and the red lights came on, he cursed under his breath. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Goddamnit.” He pressed the button again, rather foolishly perhaps but something at least. “Do you see a number we can call?”

“Way ahead of you,” Shea said as he pulled out his phone and started to dial the emergency number. He tried twice but of course, the call wouldn’t go through. He sighed a few times trying to get it to work holding his phone closer to the door, but nothing. “Look at that... dead zones do exist in New York..” He muttered. He pushed his fingers through his hair and looked at the stranger. “I don’t suppose your phone has any service?”

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eeveecrmchl·:

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Eevee can only nod — well, not in understanding but in solidarity. While she herself has never thought to get clean, she’s not one to stop others from doing so. “It’s fine. I’ve had my daily dose of wake and bake. Just wanted to see if you were down,” she shrugs, leading the way inside. “I don’t know how it goes, but if you’re going cold turkey clean, we don’t have to do anything. Hell, I’ll even drink my ‘special juice’ outside in the hallway if you want.” It’s a genuine suggestion; Eevee doesn’t want to be that asshole that fucks someone’s road to recovery.

Shea followed her in. “I wouldn’t put that one past you,” he laughed a little. “And you don’t have to drink in the hall way, I’m not that bad.” Although at this point in the day, he really could use a strong drink but Shea knew it was safe to just ... not. “I just want to scream into the microphone if you can handle it.”

[shea-morgan]

romanbeckett·:

Roman knitted his brows together, looking at Shea in confusion, because what in the world could he possibly be grabbing from the studio? He thought about letting it go, but Ro was nosy, and it’s not like they were getting out of here any time soon. “What could you be getting from the studio?” He posed back to the other male, and then ran a hand through his hair again out of nervous habit. “How are things…going for you?” He tried to ask with a little less edge to his voice.

Shea took in a breath and gently let it out. He figured Roman would ask questions. Shea didn’t blame him though. It was a long moment, and Roman even went on to ask him how he was. Eventually Shea started using his words again. “Well my good drum sticks are there,” he said. True. “And uh,” he bit down on his bottom lip. “I mean not the greatest I’ll be honest. However, I deserve to struggle. I know I do.” Another long pause before Shea looked over at Roman. “How are you doing?” Contrasting Roman, Shea’s inquiry was actually sincere.