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[deprecate]

CHARACTERS: cillian quinn, noah hill.
LOCATION: 15th floor kitchen.
WARNINGS: tl;dr introspective bs, potentially a tw for discussion of parental alcoholism.
SUMMARY: noah was drinking, cillian goes to collect him. idk. i really hate writing log headers, sorry.
NOTES: backdated. set after this ic inbox thread.


[ it's not that he's against liquor. doesn't drink it himself, of course, but cillian's always been perfectly all right with people having a drink or two around him. spent months working on a still for the tranquility, in fact, in the hope that he could capitalize off one of his random skills. he'd given it up as a bust when the pirates had stolen it, dismantled most of it for parts. there's plenty of booze on the ship already, if you ask nice. better to keep his hands busy with keeping the ship squared. ]

[ so it's not that he's against liquor. but he still feels a little uncomfortable, uneasy, coming to collect noah from the kitchen on the 15th floor, hands deep in the pockets of his hoodie. ]

All right then?

[ he greets his boyfriend idly, though he's more concerned than the casual tone lets on. tries to keep the passive aggressive snippiness out of his tone. cillian doesn't like to be passive aggressive. he prefers aggressive aggressive. ]

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[skindeep]

[He'd thought about not contacting him, because there was an itch at the back of his skull that told him he might be in trouble. But Noah's inhibitions were lowered enough that what he probably shouldn't do became the one thing that he wanted to do. Plus there was just enough sobriety left in him to worry that he might take a wrong turn somewhere between here and his room. He needed a designated...escort.

The path to hell is paved with good intentions. Noah's sitting at a table and thinking about that when Cillian comes in.]

Yes, I think so.

[Noah's not used to having someone else take care of him; he doesn't much like it. He likes the way his mouth tastes even less.]

Are we going straight back?