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It was four by the time Anthony was pulling himself out of the bathtub. He felt like garbage. He looked like garbage. He’d probably smelled like garbage before Gabriel had all but dropped him into a tub of hot water. Now, only after barely managing to dry himself off, Anthony looked at least presentable. He pulled on the clothes and didn’t bother to take the plastic off his leg. He didn’t care to. He just hobbled out into the hallway and dragged himself along the wall.
He stopped, right before his apartment opened up into the living room. Gabriel was just finishing up with wiping down the dining room table. In half an hour, Gabriel had managed to leave Anthony’s apartment nearly spotless, save the drug mess on the table. Anthony didn’t even have the decency to feel ashamed about
