It felt nice to just be back in his own bed. He had admittedly tried to fight off feeling shitty in an attempt to claw a little normalcy back. That was why he went to the bar with Jax and Luke. Music generally helped ground him, but he just hadn't been feeling well enough to do much. He couldn't play his guitar anyway, and he had still been nauseated. He was realising that as much as he wanted to just keep going, stay busy, try not to think about everything, he couldn't. He had crashed physically and emotionally, and the penny had dropped for him that he needed to rest. He needed to stay in bed, sleep when he felt like it, and do a whole lot of not much else. It was hitting him now just how tired he was of running and looking over his shoulder all the time. He was lying there in his bed, trying to get warm and just realised that he felt weak and ill... because he was weak and ill. Without even realising it, he made a little moaning sound, mostly of relief but also giving into knowing this was exactly what he needed right now. It was just odd for him to have Caleb here with him. The times in the past after he came to New York and this happened, he had shut himself off, burrowed into his bed and slept for days on end because the world was too hard to face.
"I waited before I got the PEP," he admitted. Part of it was because he wasn't thinking straight and there was a bit of shock. He had also been hungover, and he had been in denial on some level because he couldn't actually remember doing it. Whatever 'it' was. It could have literally been anything. He tried to convince himself that the hooker being there to try to get her cash was maybe some Vegas scam on unsuspecting drunk people, but apparently he had sex with someone who was Positive, and unprotected. Little else could explain the domino effect of shit that came from it. It was why he got so overwhelmed and didn't fell like he had a way out of it. It felt like he would always be running and hiding from something. "They'll test again just before Christmas. Riley said he didn't like to discuss treatment before someone had a clinical diagnosis because the amount of medications was overwhelming. Which I do appreciate. I'm already overwhelmed enough."
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"I waited before I got the PEP," he admitted. Part of it was because he wasn't thinking straight and there was a bit of shock. He had also been hungover, and he had been in denial on some level because he couldn't actually remember doing it. Whatever 'it' was. It could have literally been anything. He tried to convince himself that the hooker being there to try to get her cash was maybe some Vegas scam on unsuspecting drunk people, but apparently he had sex with someone who was Positive, and unprotected. Little else could explain the domino effect of shit that came from it. It was why he got so overwhelmed and didn't fell like he had a way out of it. It felt like he would always be running and hiding from something. "They'll test again just before Christmas. Riley said he didn't like to discuss treatment before someone had a clinical diagnosis because the amount of medications was overwhelming. Which I do appreciate. I'm already overwhelmed enough."