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aussielawyerWho: Mark Campbell, Justin Campbell, and open to all
What: Luke's bar celebration
Where: The Bondi, NYC
When: Friday night
Mark felt like this was a bad idea. They were sitting at some traffic lights in his car and Justin was in the passenger's seat beside him, head resting against the window while he looked out probably unseeingly at the city passing by. Justin had heard about this party on Facebook days ago before he deleted everyone off it, but considering what happened the night before, Mark hadn't had any intentions of going. James was apparently going with Nat, and Sam with Vanessa, Ali with Andrew. Basically everyone, because Luke's bar was like the hub of all their connections. There was no way Justin was up to it, though.
At least, so Mark thought. Throughout that day, Justin mostly slept on and off. Mark just hadn't been able to tell whether it was from depression or the fact he was just feeling the aftermath of another emotional wringer he had been dragged through. It hadn't been until late afternoon that Justin finally opened up and started to talk again. He had been lying awake in bed when Mark checked on him, having a tray with a cup of tea and some fruit salad for him to have if he was hungry. The kid preferred Earl Grey tea, apparently a taste he had developed sharing it with his grandfather. Mark thought that crap smelled and tasted like perfume, but it was a staple on the grocery list now, and he had learned to make it exactly how Justin preferred it too. That was when the Justin had apologised, admitting to his dad that he didn't want to die. Well, didn't want to die then. He had continued on to say that that, the night before, he really did feel like he wanted to, but it scared him once he realised what he had done.
( Mark just held him... )
What: Luke's bar celebration
Where: The Bondi, NYC
When: Friday night
Mark felt like this was a bad idea. They were sitting at some traffic lights in his car and Justin was in the passenger's seat beside him, head resting against the window while he looked out probably unseeingly at the city passing by. Justin had heard about this party on Facebook days ago before he deleted everyone off it, but considering what happened the night before, Mark hadn't had any intentions of going. James was apparently going with Nat, and Sam with Vanessa, Ali with Andrew. Basically everyone, because Luke's bar was like the hub of all their connections. There was no way Justin was up to it, though.
At least, so Mark thought. Throughout that day, Justin mostly slept on and off. Mark just hadn't been able to tell whether it was from depression or the fact he was just feeling the aftermath of another emotional wringer he had been dragged through. It hadn't been until late afternoon that Justin finally opened up and started to talk again. He had been lying awake in bed when Mark checked on him, having a tray with a cup of tea and some fruit salad for him to have if he was hungry. The kid preferred Earl Grey tea, apparently a taste he had developed sharing it with his grandfather. Mark thought that crap smelled and tasted like perfume, but it was a staple on the grocery list now, and he had learned to make it exactly how Justin preferred it too. That was when the Justin had apologised, admitting to his dad that he didn't want to die. Well, didn't want to die then. He had continued on to say that that, the night before, he really did feel like he wanted to, but it scared him once he realised what he had done.
( Mark just held him... )
