[OOM: The Roof]

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*Thinking.
It's the most addictive thing next to breathing.
Once you start, you can't stop.

Raph sits on the roof watching the sunset, sixpack of beer by his side.*

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[in-it.livejournal.com]

"Who're you, my dad?" Andrew quipped back quickly, and then paused. "Nevermind. Obviously you're not, because he would give them to me." He sighed. "I just want to get some sleep," he whined. "It's not- It's nothing like before."

Do you hear yourself?

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That would explain the resemblence.

*Raph quips before finishing his beer, and getting a new one.*

When I can't sleep,...I run.

[in-it.livejournal.com]

Andrew looked over at Raph, his arm draped over his knee, the beer in his hand.

"You run a lot?" He wasn't talking about what Raph was talking about. Maybe Raph could catch that, maybe not. At any rate, it isn't accusatory, just sympathetic.

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*Raph nods slowly*

One end o' Manhattan to the other sometimes.

[in-it.livejournal.com]

"Hmm," Andrew replied, and looked down at the beer in his hand.

They were really so good at this communicating stuff.

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*Raph turns and looks at Largeman, a single eyebrow raised.*

[in-it.livejournal.com]

"'S not what I meant," Andrew replied, but didn't clarify further.

[mnt_raph]

Well then what do you mean.

[in-it.livejournal.com]

"You know what I mean. Don't make me say it. I wasn't judging. I obviously do the same fucking thing."

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*He sighs*

Drink your beer. It's alcohol abuse otherwise.

[in-it.livejournal.com]

Andrew did as he was told. He supposed he should be thankful for what he got. It was more than Raph gave most people.

"Just... thanks," he repeated, and then promptly shut his mouth.