His lips press a little, regretting the answer he has to give. The head shake is miniscule.
"Nah. Just...is." Sweeney takes a slow breath while his gaze drifts towards the center of the room. "Like always."
He has to acknowledge how good he's been for so long. Just free in the fullest sense of the word. Sweeney should have know that wasn't going to be an 'always' thing. He tries to assure himself that he has enough of himself enough of the time for it to be ok.
"I'm doin' what I can." He tries to focus on the needle in his skin, the raise of it after. The ache in its newness. Sweeney would touch it now, but his arm is around her, and that's good too.
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"Nah. Just...is." Sweeney takes a slow breath while his gaze drifts towards the center of the room. "Like always."
He has to acknowledge how good he's been for so long. Just free in the fullest sense of the word. Sweeney should have know that wasn't going to be an 'always' thing. He tries to assure himself that he has enough of himself enough of the time for it to be ok.
"I'm doin' what I can." He tries to focus on the needle in his skin, the raise of it after. The ache in its newness. Sweeney would touch it now, but his arm is around her, and that's good too.