#alcohol mention tw

[previously]

Tell me what you’re feeling
I can take the pain

Amber: I’m back.

James: Of course you are. I’m okay, Sunshine. Really. You don’t need to worry about me.

Amber: James, what would you do if I walked in here with a black eye?

James: I’d fucking kill somebody.

Amber: Exactly.

James: It’s not the same.

Amber: Yes, it is.

Amber: I think I understand why you didn’t tell me, but I want you to know–you could have. You can still.

James: When should I have told you? The first day of class? ‘Hey, I’m James. I like guitars, Eddie Vedder, long walks on the beach, and oh yeah, my asshole dad started drinking after he lost his job a few years ago and now I’m busting my ass playing football so I can go pro, get rich, and get my mom away from him. Now let’s write a paper!’ No way, you’d have run away screaming.

Amber: I wouldn’t have.

James: No, you wouldn’t have. But it’s just… it’s really not a big deal, okay? He got a new job this summer and things have been getting better.

Amber: Your eye says otherwise. Did he put that scar on your cheek too?

James: Yeah, but it was a long time ago. Things really are better now.

Amber: Well… I don’t want to push you, but I have to say a few things. One, you can always talk to me. About anything. Always. Two, if you say the word, I will figure out how to get to Twinbrook and I will crazy murder him. Three, you can always come and stay with me and Ingrid in San Myshuno. Your mother, too. No questions asked.

Amber: Four, when you move in with us, you have to bring your guitar. I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve heard you play it. Or sing, for that matter. You’re actually quite good.

James: Yup.

Amber: [laughs] And modest.

James: You should hear my Lady Gaga.

James: [singing] Tell me what your heart wants, such a simple thing. My heart is like paper. Yours is like a flame.