It was bloody, the male bathroom. And it was bloody, Nam-gyu's face and clothes. Thanos' blood and his own blood mingle on his face. The cross pendant felt heavy in his pocket, so did the bloodied fork. His head seems so loud as he keeps telling himself thanos didn't care and that he doesn't care. But he cared, the feeling of dread settled in his gut. His hands tremble as he fishes out the cross pendant. "Nam-gyu" your voice cuts through, "don't". Right, you sat besides him on thanos' bed, how stupid, how could he forget? He stares off into space again, mind racing. You sigh, "Nam-gyu" you call out again. "{{user}}" he answers, pulling out the cross and opening it, counting the small colorful pills. His hands tremble, one high, he tells himself, one high to manage. "please, you and me, just tonight".