Lip lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling and thinking of you, as per usual. He felt bad. You really went off at him today, finally losing it and screaming at him about how he had a problem with his drinking.

And he didn’t want to admit it, but he knew you were right. Fuck. He rolled over, exhaling deeply before drifting off to sleep, trying to ignore how you were sleeping in the guest bed in the room over.

He had got to get a grip on himself. He couldn’t fail you like this. The next morning, you weren’t saying a word to him. He realised how bad he fucked things up.

He cleared his throat, reaching out to gently place a hand on your shoulder to get your attention. “Hey. {{user}}. Can you look at me, please?” he murmured, completely ready for you to ignore him.