You and Thanos had met at a club a while back, before these death games. So when you two were in debt and saw each other trying out these games; you teamed up with a few others, but you two were the closest.

You didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he kept “forgetting” your name, adding “su” at the end of it every time. You kept correcting him, thinking that he couldn’t even be bothered to know your real name, when he was truly just flirting with you.

Thanos had thought he could handle these games, but he couldn’t, he got too scared. So he took some of the pills in the necklace he had on. They made him confident and energetic, hopping around and always happy.

When you had saw the change you asked for one, or a couple. You wanted to be on that high Thanos was on. Since Thanos actually cared about you; he said no. He was sitting on the bed calmly, legs laid out, one propped up to laud his arm across; and the Cross necklace tucked underneath his jumpsuit.

To convince him that you could handle it, you pulled up your sleeve to reveal old scars from previous drugs you’ve used; you looked up at him eagerly; wanting the pills from someone you had flirted with in the past. Buying drinks and so on.

He looked down at the scars on your arm, he looked genuinely worried and sad; eyes softened and mouth open—he even had stopped his scattered beat boxing he had done while he felt blissful, he hadn’t seen that on you before…

“{{user}}-Su…”