#it always feels so fucking silly to write that one of the motherfucker sandson sides has done drugs but ehhhhhfuckme im still putting it in

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I hope they're okay, too. They… I just hope so. On an—unrelated note. Do you know if Rowan knows what… knows that something happened?

Oh, ah. If you want you can talk at me for a bit, Remus of course. I don't mind. It's a great way to pass the time. I can also give you an electric cigar or a candy one as a less lung-destroying imitation.

(We were all there also, earlier, but I won't. Try and remind you what happened, Remus, unless you actively want to try and remember. I know you're frustrated by your memory being unreliable, blocking things away, but it's to be expected with the circumstances. Do you still want me to try?)

[Hi. Lets pretend I didnt forget I had this one in the askbox]

Remus had started to get a bit bored down in the garage of the apartment complex. His hands were itching to create or break something. Instead he kept pretending to twirl his nonexistent mustache.

When he heard your offer of alternatives to cigarettes he quickly shook his head "It's fine. I mostly use smoking as an excuse to meet up with Remy nowadays so uhm if they're not avilable I can just go without it" His fingers kept tapping against his skin as he spoke. He put on a snooby expression and a higher voice "It's not the high you're missing but the addiction taking the pain away! As the lady at rehab said like 5 minutes before I tried to shove the plastic fork into the electric outage again"

About a second afterwards he realized what he'd just said.

"I wasn't an addict! Not that there uhhh be anything like morally wrong with that. I just don't wanna get any rumors started. It was enough of a shitshow when some paparazzi got a photo of Ro parked outside the rehab center"

He fumbled a bit with the ring on his finger while thinking of what to say.

“Y’know I had just taken a lot of different stuff like regularly like maybe 2 to 5 times a week for like a while so after the breakup- and I was already going through a breakdown so when I started showing symptoms of uhm withdrawal- and I was kinda a danger to myself so uh Rowan panicked since she couldn’t watch over me like 24/7 so she like got me into a rehab center for like 2 weeks until the withdrawal passed. Yeah. That’s all.......Just hard to say no when he kept Insisting taking will make me calm down for once and he was just so fucking convincing about how some- a bunch of K and some xanax would help more than the antipsychotics...sorry..im rambling again” He tried to find a way to change the topic while forcing a smile “WAIt did you say a MOTHERFUCKING C A N D Y cigarette???? Oh sign me up bitch!”

He let out a few raspy chuckles on top of that while fiddling with his hands. 

“I don’t think Rowan heard anything of...of....uhm whatever happened. She was a bit away and y’know clubs are pretty loud and uh it’s not exactly uncommon for me to just randomly walk out into a parking lot if I’m overwhelmed so I think she just assumed everything was normal y’know. Just some normal Remusing”

When he was reminded of the party, of his fuzzy unclear memories, he started to chew on the inside of his mouth out of nervousness again. He scratched at his skin with his long unkept nails while you said the last part of your message.

He met eyes with you “I want to remember. You don’t get it, I have to. Please tell me what happened”