neverwrongagent | Running away from home. Just like kids.

"Yes, maaa... I will." It was probably a horrible idea, but he needed it. He was getting twitchy and twitchy was bad. Besides, it would be good to know what was around for breakfast.

He made sure he was hidden in a hoodie before he walked out, then he stretched a few minutes, before setting off toward town.

The aborted ma'am got a soft smile as she curled under the covers. She was going to sleep until he got back. Sleep until he was with her again so she didn't panic about him being gone.

There was no reason to panic. There'd been no hints at all that anyone was following them yet. If anyone was ever going to.

Brody had learned a few things while he was on the run. Blending in was one of them, finding the bad part of town was another. He made his way to that bad part of town and started looking around. It wasn't really a conscious act, he just didn't try to fight it. His nightmare had spooked him and gotten him jonesing. A little score wouldn't hurt, it would just take the edge off.

He found what, or rather who, he was looking for without too much trouble. A little cash and a few minutes later and he was on his way again. Meth was far from his drug of choice, but it was a fair enough drug of opportunity. And he'd managed to get it as a pill. That got dry swallowed before he continued his run. Just a little something to take that edge off. And get them where they needed to do.

If Carrie had had any idea he was in that state, she'd have tied him to the bed and worked the need out of him another way. She'd have done anything she needed to. It wasn't going to go well for him when she figured it out.

She'd made it into the shower before he got back, taking a relatively short one because he'd need one when he finished his run. She stood in the bathroom, looking at her damp hair with a frown. She should color it.

By the time he got back, he was rolling. Everything was vastly clearer and the itch was gone. He wasn't hungry anymore, either, which was convenient.

He came rolling into the room like a freight train. He was dumping clothes before the door was all the way closed, much less locked. He needed a shower. He needed to be clean.

She heard him coming in and identified the sounds of a man undressing. What she didn't expect was for him to hit the bathroom door like a freight train. A bright red speeding train. She'd been trying to shift gears so she could be available for him, but that threw her off and she nearly jumped out of her skin. She was completely bare and still a little damp. "FUCK!"

He came up short and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. Didn't know you were in here." Which meant that he hadn't even looked when he came into the hotel room. He looked her over and his smile changed.

Maybe a shower could wait...

She rolled her eyes a little at his obvious reaction, even though she smiled at him and realized she was flushed all over. She shook her head. "You should get clean. If you're very good, I might scrub your back."

Part of him was tempted to just take what he wanted, another part of him needed that shower. They were both being fed by the same thing, which left him standing there staring at her for a few moments before nodding and turning toward the shower.

She was a little surprised he turned away from her, given the state she was in. Instead of leaving him to his shower, she leaned on the sink and watched him. Too keep from looking too horrible about it, she kept a small smile on her face. It wasn't like the smile was false. She loved watching him, particularly naked. "Good run?"

He considered her question as he got the water going. "Fine. A run. You know, very exciting." It was all coming out a little too fast and he turned his focus fully to the shower to shut himself up.

And with that she knew something was wrong. Something was really wrong. Her eyes narrowed at him. "Clearly very exciting." She let him climb in and start soaping before she spoke again. "What did you do?"

"I went for a run." Not that he could have met her eyes, even if he wanted to. He was basically caught and he knew it. If only he could have made it until she was asleep again. They'd have been fine if she hadn't been awake when he came in.

Oh, now she knew for sure. She watched him carefully, trying to tell how bad it was. Finally, she shook her head. "You can't do that. Beyond all the other reasons, it'll get us caught."

With that she walked out of the bathroom, leaving the towel behind, and went to get dressed. She wasn't having this conversation naked.

When she left the bathroom, he sighed and leaned forward against the wall, the water beating down on his back. After a moment, he reached down and made it hotter. His skin had started to tingle and the water felt really good. Being under the heat gave hi a chance to just get lost in that feeling and not worry about the fact that Carrie, who'd given up everything to keep him alive, was not happy with him in the least.

Not happy didn't begin to cover it. Scared shitless was much closer. She had given up everything, but then so had he. What hadn't been taken from him, anyway. Regardless, all they had was each other. And she knew just how fragile she was. They wouldn't make if if he did this. No amount of sympathy could change that.

She sat on the end of the bed and waited for him.

He came out of the bathroom only after the hot water was gone and the cold water had started to bother him. He was drying himself off a bit on the vigorous side as he came out, all of which stopped when he saw her sitting there, waiting for him.

She didn't look up at him, but she did take a deep breath before speaking. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I've wanted that for a while now. I've believed in it when that didn't make any sense at all." She paused and licked her lips. "But if you're going to kill yourself with that stuff, you need to tell me now. I don't judge you for it. It's my fault. But I need to know."

Maybe if it hadn't come out all as one continuous thought he would have been able to handle it. But to get it all like that, the statement of desire and the taking of the blame, was too much for him.

He looked at her for a long time, then went and sat in the room's one chair. The combination of all the hot and cold water, and the meth itself, made him far paler then normal, with his scars, all of them, standing in sharp contrast. He unconsciously rubbed at his gut shot scar, that pain now back in full thanks to the completely misfiring neurons in his head.

"Too much, too fast." Even he wasn't sure if he meant her statement or everything in the last few days. Not that it really mattered. It was still just the pathetic excuse of an addict being an addict.

Luckily for him, either of those answers would be graded as correct. She groaned softly and went to kneel in front of him. She hoped by making herself even smaller, it would make things easier for him to process. "I'm sorry we don't have more time. I'm sorry this is all so--" She shrugged. "That stuff changes who you are. And it'll kill you."

She shook her head. "I brought you out here to save you."

He reached out and lightly pet her hair as he closed his eyes. "I'm sorry. I..." He sighed hard and turned away, taking his hand from her hair before it clenched tight and hurt her.

"It wouldn't stop."

She nodded slightly, leaning into his hand before he pulled away. "I can't get how it is for you. Every situation is different. But I do get what it is to feel like something outside you is in control of your brain." She sighed softly. "It'll stop. Then it'll come back. But there are better ways to stop it."

He shuddered hard, then he was on his feet and around her, headed for the bathroom. The sound of retching followed a few moments later, what remained in his stomach taking the fastest route out of his body.

Hopefully that would clear out some of the poison. She Got him a bottle of water and went to the bathroom with it. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she waited until he was ready to take it. While she waited, she dampened one of the rough wash clothes for him.

He took the water after a few minutes, rinsing his mouth out with half of it, then downing the rest. Once the bottle was empty, he sank back against the base of the sink and closed his eyes, just working to steady himself.

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