Susan didn’t see the scowl, far too engrossed in crunching the leaves under her feet. “Huh? Not fair? I just wanted to see what the fuss was about. I thought it wasn’t a big deal.” She shook her head, leaning over to hang on his shoulders. “The drinking won’t kill me and I don’t do it with you around. Besides, it’s really much less than I used to do. What symptoms? I don’t have any symptoms except realizing how pretty the trees are. Is there music at the camp yet? I want to dance.”
"It’s… It’s not, I s-suppose. I just wish you’d have said something." Richard said quietly, wrapping an arm around her, "I’ll look after y-you, it’s fine." he sighed, "Drinking isn’t g-good for either of us. The fact that you go behind my back and do i-it makes it worst. You’re never o-open with me." he bit his lip, "Well… maybe symptoms is a bad word… effects is better." he looked to her, "If you don’t want to make it all stop now, then you have to ride it. I’ll help you with the set and setting, but you gotta understand that this is gonna last a long time." he ran a hand through his hair, "Do you have any valium on you? I’ve seen it in the medicine cabinet at home. If you bought some with you, you should take it, it’ll help keep things calm and on track."
She started at the sudden contact, eyes attempting to focus on his face. “Tabs?” Susan laughed. “What tabs? The ones I threw into the river? Or the pretty one that tasted like a leprechaun?” She tried to nod, movement hindered by his hands. “It was orange so I thought it would taste like oranges, but no such luck.”
Richard scowled for a moment, then sighed and let her go, not able to stay mad at her for too long, though he was still a bit bitter. “That’s n-not fair, you know. I give something up for you and you go ahead and t-take it. It’s like the drinking t-thing all over again.” he sighed, “Except I doubt that stuff would k-kill either of us. Anti-psychotics will stop the symptoms if you’d like me to give you some of mine, otherwise I suppose you’d better settle in, that stuff will take twelve hours to leave your system, not really s-something you should go into unprepared. At least you’ve o-only had one.”
((I don’t care that it’s winter. I’m ‘bout to eat the fuck out of this milo ice-cream.))