Okay, so things were still on shaky ground between Matt and him, but at least he'd agreed to talk it over. It was still a step in the right direction, although he was pretty sure Matt was gonna bitch him out and make all these retarded demands like stop drinking and stop sleeping around while he was at it, as if he wasn't a big boy with his own job and car and by the way, Matt wasn't Mom. He'd just have to take it: at least Matt was talking to him at all. Rick couldn't help feeling like he'd stepped over a hurdle and he was in a pretty good mood - the morning wood was dying down a little too, thank God - as he hit up the Sun Room.
It was weird, actually, 'cause he could still remember some of what the last week had been like before he woke up with a woodie and a real clear head. Rick wasn't sure how much of it had actually happened, how much of it he'd tripped out on; for starters, there was no way he was just walking around the halls at night, and yet he could still remember some stuff, like talking with Matt, doing things with him, hugging him once, and it was kinda messed up that he was closer to him in some delusion than he was in real life, even if "Sam" was kind of a fruity name (seriously, "Sammy"?). Now he wasn't proud of stabbing himself and putting his family through all of that, but Rick wasn't stupid, and he didn't think he needed anything more than a GED to be able to come to a conclusion. The delusion, all that stuff he'd thought he'd gone through, it did have a good point. Being brothers again with Matt? He wanted that and while he wasn't gonna go spouting to Hello Nurse that being nuts made him see the light, he was gonna try to make things better if he could.
Although he had to admit, it sounded pretty badass on paper to be traveling around the country hunting evil. Sure put "mechanic for eight years" to shame. Although he had no idea why he'd been flipping out over Alexander showing up - the guy was a way out, a real ticket, and he was pretty sure when his year was up, Matt would actually be proud of him for a change and not just sneaking glares at him while he posted his bail again. Okay, maybe he wouldn't quit drinking, but he could drink a little less. And maybe actually let someone be designated driver instead of insisting on driving his own ass home all the time.
It wouldn't kill him to do that.
Rick settled for lounging back in one of the couches, slouching as he got comfy and leaned his head back, just closed his eyes, chilling out and letting today's totally awesome breakfast digest. He cracked open an eye when he realized something was sitting on him, and got treated to the sight of one of the cats, a tortie with a crooked nicked ear, curling up on him like he was just another piece of furniture. Its tail flicked, and he could've swore it knew he was debating shoving it off when it gave him a don't even think about it pal look before lazily closing its eyes.
That smug sonuvabitch.
Fine, whatever, plenty of space for the two of them. Rick shut his eyes again and just basked in a day where there weren't imaginary monsters gunning for him and the worst thought he had was hoping that damn cat was house-trained.
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It was weird, actually, 'cause he could still remember some of what the last week had been like before he woke up with a woodie and a real clear head. Rick wasn't sure how much of it had actually happened, how much of it he'd tripped out on; for starters, there was no way he was just walking around the halls at night, and yet he could still remember some stuff, like talking with Matt, doing things with him, hugging him once, and it was kinda messed up that he was closer to him in some delusion than he was in real life, even if "Sam" was kind of a fruity name (seriously, "Sammy"?). Now he wasn't proud of stabbing himself and putting his family through all of that, but Rick wasn't stupid, and he didn't think he needed anything more than a GED to be able to come to a conclusion. The delusion, all that stuff he'd thought he'd gone through, it did have a good point. Being brothers again with Matt? He wanted that and while he wasn't gonna go spouting to Hello Nurse that being nuts made him see the light, he was gonna try to make things better if he could.
Although he had to admit, it sounded pretty badass on paper to be traveling around the country hunting evil. Sure put "mechanic for eight years" to shame. Although he had no idea why he'd been flipping out over Alexander showing up - the guy was a way out, a real ticket, and he was pretty sure when his year was up, Matt would actually be proud of him for a change and not just sneaking glares at him while he posted his bail again. Okay, maybe he wouldn't quit drinking, but he could drink a little less. And maybe actually let someone be designated driver instead of insisting on driving his own ass home all the time.
It wouldn't kill him to do that.
Rick settled for lounging back in one of the couches, slouching as he got comfy and leaned his head back, just closed his eyes, chilling out and letting today's totally awesome breakfast digest. He cracked open an eye when he realized something was sitting on him, and got treated to the sight of one of the cats, a tortie with a crooked nicked ear, curling up on him like he was just another piece of furniture. Its tail flicked, and he could've swore it knew he was debating shoving it off when it gave him a don't even think about it pal look before lazily closing its eyes.
That smug sonuvabitch.
Fine, whatever, plenty of space for the two of them. Rick shut his eyes again and just basked in a day where there weren't imaginary monsters gunning for him and the worst thought he had was hoping that damn cat was house-trained.
[Dean gets ousted by the cat to here]