SAVE ME IN MY DREAMS TONIGHT / private, stocking

malphas didn't really like confronting his feelings. he was supposed to be a stone-cold bitch with little feelings and an alcohol addiction, but his alcohol shelf was at the bottom of the swamp so there was no more booze for him to drown himself in. at times, he hated himself for throwing bottle after bottle into the water, but he knew it was for the better. he was going to be a better person. he had joined a coward, and he wanted to die as somebody people liked.

he liked someone though. it was different than his feelings for morgan, or even beck- he loved them platonically, and they didn't really cross his mind at night. when he was trying to sleep, though, he thought of stocking. her hair, her eyes, if she was okay... he didn't want to think about anybody else, but here he was, laying awake in withdrawal of both alcohol and attention. he decided to go talk to stocking, if it would make him feel better.

he crawled out of his falling-apart house and pulled himself over to stocking's house, bringing with him some weed. he wasn't a smoker, but knew stocking was, and so he had traded some high-quality booze for it with a loner. he was willing to give away his precious drink for her, and that meant something. he didn't want to think about it.

"h-hey, stocking," he stammered, shaking from withdrawal. he just wanted a drink, god damn it, but then he would be back to square one. "i know it's really fuckin' late, but i brought you some weed, and- do you have a moment?" he asked, actually being sincere for once in his miserable life.