"Then maybe we shouldn't have done what we did that night, Nicki...", He then turned to face the back of Nick's head, which then hung as he closed his eyes on his last sweet taste before the bitterness of processed sugar started to fill his mouth;
'Shitters...', He closed them tight.
"Just... Why can't I just enjoy this?", laying his head in his hands, remembering what he did, quietly asking the air around his head rather than Him, knowing that He wouldn't give an answer that would help.
Nick stiffly bounced his back off of the counter with rotten attitude from his leaning position, making his way to the little chrome kitchenette dustbin to toss the cup, pacing a moment before numbly going to the loft shaft's bare brick wall to lay his head on it with a thud.
"Because we can't afford
