"Wakey wakey."He heard in a whisper of a sing song voice. He knew that voice. He cracked one eye open and looked her way. Yep, sure enough. It was Clare. Her curly hair was unruly as ever and reached nearly to her shoulders, this month colored a golden sort of brown. Her plump face featured a pair of green eyes, both of which were hidden behind the glare of pair of glasses. she was his girlfriend and more. She, the mother of his child, gazed at him as she settled upon the love seat, wrapped in a warm blanket of her own,
"Don wanna." He replied, and rolled to the side. Below him he saw another body, and the droning noise sputtered to a stop. Sven lowered his brows as what he supposed to be the chest rose, and after a sputtering sort of noise, the droning snore began once again. "Who's that?"
"You don't remember?"
Sven glared at Clare and let one corner of his lip tug his cheek. Except for the snore, silience filled the room. Clare huffed and said softly.
"Mark. His apartment's all a mess. The police have it all taped up and torn apart."
"He's staying here.. that's right." Sven replied softly, vaguely recalling the hug he gave the man somewhere between drink four or five the night before. Or was it earlier? He supposed it didn't matter all that much. If he was hurting from Janoos's sudden death, Mark would be in far worse shape than he. Janoos was the man's best friend, roommate, and rumored companion. Sven wasn't one to pry how close their relationship really was, but he knew that the two were indeed quite inseparable.
"Baby..? Where's the baby..?"
"Asleep." Clare said, and gestured vaguely off to the side. "I gotta go in early. For work."
Sven closed his eyes, and frowned. Work was the last thing he wanted to think about. Dealing with people was the worst. He hated the many contracts of specific stupid things he was required to do with a smile plastered on his face whether he felt like it or not. He was a delivery driver, not some happy little office drone that only had to answer the telephone. He had to drive the roads. Drive a forklift sometimes, too. The company was cutting back on a lot of things, and always pushed him to be nicer to their clients. He didn't think he could manage to dredge up anything close to being nice for some time.
"Some of us do that. Work. Y'know." Clare snorted in an unladylike manner. Sven didn't have to look to know when she had her arms folded, and that snort sounded like she just did. "Hate to mention it, but.. um…bills are piling up."
"I know." Sven said, burrowing into the warmth. "I know. I just need some time."
"Love you."
"uh-huh."
"You gonna stay sober today? Or should I take Jake over to.."
She was NOT going to just leave his son at a freeking daycare center. He looked into the blackness of his aching heart, and decided he could dredge up being something worthy of a dad today.
"No..I'll. I'll watch 'im."
"Alright. I'll trust you to that."
Sven heard some shuffling noises that faded off. He exhaled and felt his muscles melt into the cushions. He didn't know how long he layed there, but he figured it couldn't be more than a few minutes. He startled at the warm brushing of a hand on his foreheard, and looked blearily up at her lips as they lowered to meet his. It was a rare romantic sort of gesture from Claire, and he wasn't about to waste it. His lips ghosted over hers, and as she parted from him, he could see her brows skew upwards, or rather downwards from his perspective, before she turned away.
He brushed his tongue lightly to his lower lip , chasing her lingering taste, as the click of the door sounded by his head. He wondered again why she wouldn't marry him. They still lived together as a family should, but she always refused his proposals. It was a familiar delimena, and he shoved the notion aside in favor for the sleepy pull of dreams.
His remaining companion of misery lay ever oblivious on the floor, snoring blandly onwards.
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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