Justin And Remy fuckin up.

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Alexithymiaa: (Justin is out btw. So queue the WILD HOT SEXY WITH HAYLEY.)
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Tsaaq: Remy seemed to twitch as his thumbs lazily pushed the bumpers of the playstation remote. He shook his head as he watched the various sound effects go off when he scored a bonus. Bejeweled 3 was cool and all but this was honestly a waste of a console. Remy sighed and lowered the controller, blinking slowly. He put it down beside the beanbag chair then shivered. He stood up and went down the stairs in search of one of the nurses. Thank god there weren’t counseling sessions at night.
Alexithymiaa: -Justin walked in through the front doors of the rehab center, hooking his thumbs into his front pockets as he strolled forward to the front desk. He smiled down at the young woman at the computer. "I'm looking for Remy Berkoff?" He watched her as her fingers jumped to rattle across the keys of her computer, accessing what seemed like Remy's file before picking the phone up and speaking discreetly to a voice on the other end of the line. "Just a moment, please." She spun around in her chair and pushed up, wandering down the hall until she nearly bumped into Remy at the bottom of the stairs. "Remiel, you have a visitor."-
Tsaaq: “Shit, sorry.” Remy whispered as he twitched again looking down at the woman. “I mean… Shoot.” He stammered as he walked away from the stairs, towards the front. “I mean… Okay thanks.” He sighed and glanced at the entrance, dreading another visit from the possibility of it being Serenity again. His face softened when he saw it was Justin. “Holy shit man, you’re here!” He exclaimed then cringed. He limped over to Justin and patted his back. “Come on we can talk in the meditation room. It’s practically my territory, I’ve marked it when I threw a chair in there yesterday.”
Alexithymiaa: -Justin smirked, raising his brows as he started to follow Remy. "Oh yeah? I'm so glad you're able to mark your territory in here, too." He glanced down at Remy's legs while they walked, furrowing his brows. "What happened to you?"-
Tsaaq: Remy glanced to him slowly then walked straight into the room, taking a seat. “In reference to what? Like, here or in general?” Remy answered Justin’s question with another question. His leg seemed to vibrate as he folded his hands together and sat them in his lap.
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Alexithymiaa: "In reference to why you're limping, Rem." He followed him into the room, dropping down into a chair beside him.-
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Tsaaq: “I’m all fucked up dude.” He started say with some desperation in his voice. “My body won’t stop hurting, and fucking having random spasms. I’m cold all the time and they gave me like three blankets yesterday. I was still cold.” Remy cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “My roommates call me Twitch and I don’t even talk to anybody. I know it’s only been like two days but it’s either I feel like I can’t or I’m too anxious or some shit. And that’s not even the worst shit..” Remy shrugged then pretended to laugh. “But I don’t hate myself or anything. I’m fine.” He said with a fake grin.
Alexithymiaa: -Justin stared into Remy's face, shaking his head. "Jeez man, well if you're ever having any issues being in here, you can call me and I'll come down and chill with you for as long as they let me. Are you allowed to call people, actually?"-
Tsaaq: Remy started to smile a bit. “Wow thanks man, that would be cool.” He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. “Well they don’t allow phones but I had help me sneak mine in, but there’s pay phones if I can’t call you from the bathroom.” He said. “It would be cool to have a friend around, sure Hayley was here earlier but I just look like a pussy sort of cause I’m hanging out with my little sister. I can tell. For a bunch of addicts these guys are pretty cliquey.”
Alexithymiaa: -He let out a small laugh, reaching over to push Remy's shoulder. "Well it's a good thing you have so many friends out of this place, then right? Besides, those guys are... what? At the cool kid table in a rehab center? How cool can they possibly think they are?"-
Tsaaq: He began to laugh then winced again, holding his side. “You’re right though. It is pretty obnoxious. I’ll try not to think about it.” Remy said with a sigh. “My thoughts are just getting really loud, y’know?” He muttered.
Alexithymiaa: "Yeah, man. I know. But you're here for a reason, so you just need to try and make the best of it for yourself. Everyone really wants to see you better." He crossed his arms over his chest, keeping his eyes on Remy's face. "Everyone wants the best for you."-
Tsaaq: “Thanks. It’s not that bad either I guess. I’m trying, I promise.” He said halfheartedly. “So how’s it looking for you? I see you’re finally out of the clink and stuff.”
Alexithymiaa: -He blew out a long breath, nodding his head as he scrubbed his hand down over his face. "Yeah... not so good. I had to go before a judge today and she set my bail at fifty large. I feel so bad that Liz just dropped that on me just to get me out. I owe her big. But my official court date is in a few weeks. Basically my lawyer told me that I'm pretty much already screwed. Pleading not guilty to violating probation is pointless."-
Tsaaq: Remy frowned and slowly shook his head. “Damn she had to flesh out all of that dough. That blows.” He muttered. “Shit dude, so there’s nothing you can do? How long are you gonna be in there?”
Alexithymiaa: -He let his hands drop down into his lap, shrugging. "He's not sure right now. It's a matter of previous history and records and which judge I get."-
Tsaaq: “Dude.” Remy slouched in his seat. “You know what man, I’ll help break you out. I swear!” He said to Justin while pointing at him. “You deserve to be free and shit man. I can’t let you go out like this. Right before you graduate? That’s like a punch in the face!” He exclaimed.
Alexithymiaa: -Justin turned around quickly to look around them, shushing Remy. "Easy, man. They probably have this place under serious survelliance. Can't tip anyone off, right?"-
Tsaaq: Remy’s eyes widened. “Oh shit, you’re right.” He whispered and leaned forward. “Listen, I don’t know how i’m gonna do it but I’ll figure it out. Don’t worry.” Remy said in a hushed tone before winking at him. Remy sat up once more and cleared his throat. “Anyways I told the woman at counter of Target that my debit card was fine, she called the manager and I got the hoodie I wanted.” Remy said a little louder to deter suspicion.
Alexithymiaa: -Justin rolled his eyes, trying to battle back his amusement as he patted Remy on the shoulder. "Good call, bro." He slid down in his chair slightly, moving his arms to settle over his lap. "So how long are you going to be in here?"-
Tsaaq: “Like three weeks, until my body is done detoxing.” Remy answered. “I feel kinda shitty, It’s Hayley’s birthday this week and I’m stuck in here and she’s stuck in that hotel room with our parents for the rest of the week and it’s kind of a shitty situation…” He sighed.
Alexithymiaa: "If... you want, I can bring her something for you?" He raised his brows. "I wouldn't mind."-
Tsaaq: Remy smirked and patted Justin on the shoulder. “Shit man, you’d do that?” He asked, perking up. “That would be great. I don’t want her to think that I’ve forgotten about her and shit. I know I’m having bad withdrawals I don’t want her to come in here on her birthday and see me all fucked up. She’ll just get sad I think” Remy shrugged.
Alexithymiaa: "Yeah, of course man. You're my best friend. It's not that big of a deal to just go and deliver some gift and some cake or whatever it is you'd want to give her. It's the least I can do for you after all of this."-
Tsaaq: “Great!” Remy was clearly becoming excited as he patted his pockets. “Okay so, Hayley is like a total nerd for American Horror Story. I was gonna buy her this stupid shirt from Thaddeus’ stupid job and these stupid little figurines but they look like babies with giant heads. Her favorite season the one with the fucking witches or some shit… I don’t know I stopped watching after the first season.” Remy attempted to speak fast but in this state he was getting out of breath quickly. Remy inhaled to calm himself. “Anyways. I was gonna get her a shirt that says “Don’t make me drop a house on you.” and the figurine of the Omega? I don’t know what the lead witch is called. Maybe if you pick that up for me and give it to her she won’t hate me… Oh and cheesecake. Hayley loves cake.” Remy attempted to count up the money in his wallet then handed it to the blonde male. “Oh and Justin, thanks so much for this man.” He grinned.
Alexithymiaa: -Justin reached his hand out to take the money from Remy, shifting to stick it down in his pocket. "Sure, man. I'm glad I can help. What size shirt should I get her?"-
Tsaaq: Remy glanced upward and squinted his eyes. “Fuck. Well Hayley isn’t fat and she likes showing off her not-curves so a small should be fine. She’s like four feet tall anything else will look like she’s wearing a dress with words on it.” He answered. Remy clapped his hands. “Oh man she is gonna freak when she sees I got a messenger to send her present. Awesome.” He nodded his head. “No pressure but you being around has really pumped up my mood.”
Alexithymiaa: -Justin laughed, slapping Remy on the back. "Anything to perk you up, man. I'm just glad you're okay and are getting better. I can't deal without you around."-
Tsaaq: “Yeah… I know I’ve been acting like a bastard… Coke rage I guess.” He muttered with a frown. “But it’s good to see my best friend is still standing by me, it’s great actually.” Remy smiled a bit. “I was feeling especially fucked up because Serenity visited me yesterday.” He trailed off.
Alexithymiaa: -He furrowed his brows, shifting in his chair. "And Serenity visiting is a bad thing? What happened?"-
Tsaaq: Remy shrugged. “I’m still coming to terms with shit I guess.” He sighed. “It would’ve been fine if she came in, told me she loved me and she wanted me to get better or something but that’s not what she did.” He glanced to Justin with a slight frown. “She came to tell me that she was sorry because her dad forced her to break up with me blah blah blah, a bunch of bullshit that I honestly don’t want to hear. Not right now. I wanted to use so bad when she left.” He sighed.
Alexithymiaa: -Justin slapped his hand over his eyes, shaking his head. "I don't understand her. Even if that's all true and she wanted to apologize, did she really think now was the best time for that? That's pretty selfish of her."-
Tsaaq: “Yeah fucking tell me about it.” Remy groaned. “She kept talking about her dad also, like I don’t care. I was in love with you. Not your dad, why the fuck is he so involved in this. It’s bats hit crazy. A nice ‘I missed you’ and ‘Feel better.’ maybe even an ‘I love you’ would’ve been perfectly fine with me.”
Alexithymiaa: -Justin listened for a moment, mulling over the information. "Do you still love her?"-
Tsaaq: Remy stayed quiet for a while before sighing. “I don’t know, dude. Some days I think I do… When she’s sitting in front of me all I get is angry though.” He replied. “it’s complicated.”
Alexithymiaa: "Yeah, I understand what you mean. I really do." He brought his hand up, scratching it over the top of his head. "You'll figure it out though."-
Tsaaq: He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s not like I don’t get feelings for other chicks cause I do. That is what’s so weird about, eh. Whatever.” Remy sputtered his lips. “So don’t forget Hayley’s gift, her birthday is Wednesday. And give her a hug but like a rough one, she’ll know it’s from me. OH! And this is optional but birthday punchies.”
Alexithymiaa: "Well yeah, I mean you liked my sister, right? That counts for something." He slumped down in the chair, stretching his legs out in front of him. "Rem, I'm not punching Hayley. I'll bring her her present and her cake and I'll even hug her, but I'm not punching her."-
Tsaaq: “It doesn’t have to be her face or some place where people will ask what happened. Just like her thigh or her arm.” Remy countered quickly. “Come on! Somebody has to give her punchies.” He started to pout. “Fine don’t give her punchies. Whatever, she’ll live.” Remy let out a shrug. “I did do you dirty with the whole fucking your sister in a closet thing but now you know- Drugs.” He said as he glanced at Justin again.
Alexithymiaa: -Justin held his hands up on either side of him, staring at Remy. "So what, you're saying you were on drugs at that point, too?"-
Tsaaq: “Yes… Most of the things that happened? I was probably on drugs, if I wasn’t on drugs then I was in that weird in-between time period where you get all pissy and irritated and sort.” He gave him a slow nod. “I guess this was bound to happen, the way I was using…”
Alexithymiaa: -He blew out a long breath, staring into his hands. "Yeah, somehow that doesn't make me feel better about everything, but I appreciate the honesty."-
Tsaaq: “Well, I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m sorry for being such a bastard?” Remy said unsurely with a shrug, searching for Justin’s expression.
Alexithymiaa: -He nodded his head, reaching his hand out to clasp it onto Remy's back. "Apology accepted. I'm just glad we're cool again."-
Tsaaq: Remy grinned. “I am too… Just sucks that they’re shipping you off to the fucking big house. Fate is such an asshole.”
Alexithymiaa: "Yeah well, if I can deal, you can too. Considering I'm the one, ya' know, going?" He smirked, pushing up from his chair. "But it's pretty late, so I'll text you tomorrow when I pick up the shirt and the little... thing. If I can find it, alright?"-
Tsaaq: "Yes, that would be great! I think I have therapy early tomorrow." Remy stood up and stretched. "Hopefully I'll sleep okay tonight and shit. So just text me and shit, dude." He gave Justin a playful shove.
Alexithymiaa: -Justin smirked and took a step back as Remy shoved him, waving him off. "Will do. Get some sleep, man." He turned to walk out of the room, moving back through the lobby area and passed the reception desk to head outside.-
Tsaaq: Remy sputtered his lips as he scratched at his neck as he went through the lobby as well, up the stairs to his room. He went straight to his bunk and slipped off his shoes and rolled over, trying to fall asleep.