#interaction. . .⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁⠀:⠀jim

[vigilaent]

@rihtual. . . raylan givens.

' what the fuck happened to you ? '

heavy hands hold that much tighter to the hot paper cup keeping him upright at the moment. the steam alone, a saving grace permeating past what feels like water - weight all throughout his body, pooling warm and unpleasant at the front of his forehead. just behind the eyes. it casts the entire room in a sick glow from all directions all at once, whether it be the aftertaste of old bourbon and beer still on his tongue, or the last several nights spent more awake than asleep, or the last several months eroding and eroding and eroding at any last dredge of faith to fix this goddamn department within reach. he's a train running out of track. he knows this. he ignores this, and takes another over - sized sip of over - sized coffee.

it takes his mind several seconds too long to process the question, and when it does, it refuses to procure an answer. a good sign of health, he's sure, if the question itself wasn't already. he's getting too old for this. yes, we'll go with that. “   long night,   ” is all he says after the silence gets too loud. these days, he's been more often than not working solo whenever the chance presents itself, but still ; he reaches back to the small carboard cup - holder at the edge of his desk, three out of four occupied, and un - occupies the opposite corner to his own. it's extended toward the other man with a simple raise of eyebrows, ignoring the slight tremor to his wrist in the movement. “   coffee.   ” it seems he's only capable of mono - syllables at this hour.